<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673</id><updated>2011-11-28T07:47:39.662+08:00</updated><category term='God&apos;s Will'/><category term='brewed coffee'/><category term='Philippines'/><category term='peace'/><category term='greens'/><category term='God'/><category term='Jars of Clay'/><category term='death'/><category term='culture'/><category term='elections'/><category term='justice'/><category term='2010'/><category term='music'/><category term='Ilocano'/><category term='Philippine Daily Inquirer'/><category term='Jesus Christ'/><category term='grief'/><category term='school'/><category term='UP Diliman'/><category term='Quezon City'/><category term='Ninoy Aquino'/><category term='sympathy'/><category term='food'/><category term='play'/><category term='family'/><category term='Christianity'/><category term='jogging'/><category term='mother'/><category term='hero'/><category term='La Union'/><category term='Dick Gordon'/><category term='science'/><category term='money'/><category term='Presidential Elections'/><title type='text'>Two kinds of ice cream</title><subtitle type='html'>There are a million events going on in our lives but we'll only remember those that make us feel that "something".  These are the only things worth writing about.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>349</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-8942001121119680672</id><published>2010-09-04T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T20:04:36.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a new baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://baguiobond.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://baguiobond.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Visit me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-8942001121119680672?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/8942001121119680672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=8942001121119680672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/8942001121119680672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/8942001121119680672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-have-new-baby.html' title='I have a new baby!'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-5126036381010236181</id><published>2010-07-18T07:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T07:57:24.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mush</title><content type='html'>Dear buffallos,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No other thing to say but I miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's one of those times when everything's fine and I'm really happy.  You would have been the most eager recipients of my numerous phone calls.  And you would have been even more excited about things than I already was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I wonder what the point of doing things for you means, when I can not actually see you witnessing them.  I'm quite hopeful there is a point.  I often ask God to tell you my thoughts as though He were my personal messenger.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dream about the day I will get to hug you again.  I dream that someday, I'll again feel the warmth and security of your embraces.  And I will hold on to you so tight and long.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-5126036381010236181?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/5126036381010236181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=5126036381010236181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/5126036381010236181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/5126036381010236181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2010/07/mush.html' title='Mush'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-79145239765945309</id><published>2010-07-15T20:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T20:51:05.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotable</title><content type='html'>“There are things I don't understand, questions I want to raise.  But I  should know my place and praise YOU instead.” – Maileen Hern&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-79145239765945309?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/79145239765945309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=79145239765945309' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/79145239765945309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/79145239765945309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2010/07/quotable.html' title='Quotable'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-880162151700276489</id><published>2010-03-17T12:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T13:48:21.805+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dick Gordon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Presidential Elections'/><title type='text'>My Presidential Bet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S6BcOXcUfVI/AAAAAAAAATA/oltvO6RrWRY/s1600-h/17461_229161232830_225987507830_3412005_685007_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S6BcOXcUfVI/AAAAAAAAATA/oltvO6RrWRY/s320/17461_229161232830_225987507830_3412005_685007_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449456950999022930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited to vote on May 10.  Despite the personal nightmare that the past election season was, i'm still seeing the possibility of this country's transformation.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After much thinking, surfing, watching and reading, i have finally decided on who to vote for President.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gordon's history shows that he was a remarkable executive.  We know about Subic's transformation, WOW Philippines' popularity and his stint at the Philippine Red Cross.  He was also an active legislator.  Notably, he was instrumental in this year's first ever fully automated elections, which at least minimizes the possibility of cheating.  I see him as a passionate person.  His one passion is to cheer his guts out in Ateneo basketball games and is very consistent at it.  His motto is good governance.      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what i actually like about this man is his leadership.  A good leader is someone who can get people to act, someone who can invite people to unite for a purpose and someone who can inspire us to at least care.  Volunteerism.  And this, i think, is what Filipinos need.  It's the only way to get us out of this rut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-880162151700276489?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/880162151700276489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=880162151700276489' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/880162151700276489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/880162151700276489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-presidential-bet.html' title='My Presidential Bet'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S6BcOXcUfVI/AAAAAAAAATA/oltvO6RrWRY/s72-c/17461_229161232830_225987507830_3412005_685007_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-2605300956792906011</id><published>2010-03-14T18:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T13:51:00.052+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus Christ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christianity'/><title type='text'>Open My Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Isn't this a beautiful beautiful song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Hillsong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 18px; font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Savio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 18px; font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;ur of my soul&lt;br /&gt;I worship You as God alone&lt;br /&gt;Greater love has made a way to You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not forget&lt;br /&gt;The moment I in faith confessed&lt;br /&gt;For my sin You died and rose again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe every word You say&lt;br /&gt;Father God with all my heart I sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I want to see Your glory Your glory Lord&lt;br /&gt;I open my heart&lt;br /&gt;I want to be closer closer to You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am again&lt;br /&gt;I find my strength in drawing near&lt;br /&gt;You have heard the desperate cry in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I wait on You my God&lt;br /&gt;I’ll know the voice of truth&lt;br /&gt;In quietness I am in awe&lt;br /&gt;And as I worship You my Lord&lt;br /&gt;I understand the cross&lt;br /&gt;The sacrifice of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-2605300956792906011?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/2605300956792906011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=2605300956792906011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/2605300956792906011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/2605300956792906011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2010/03/open-my-eyes.html' title='Open My Eyes'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-2410780047243485761</id><published>2010-02-05T08:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T13:52:20.868+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brewed coffee'/><title type='text'>Kopi ko</title><content type='html'>I started drinking coffee when i was in College, and only due to dire situations.  For instance, we had group projects in which we needed to stay up all night.  Thus, i needed the dizzying kick of Starbucks coffee (the cold ones).  Of course, these situations didn't happen everyday.  I slept at least eight hours on normal days.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, i got to enter another school and there, i developed my love affair with coffee.  Before that time, i just thought that coffee was not good for my health.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then, I came to love the taste of freshly brewed (hot) coffee (especially Coffee Bean's).  However, i couldn't afford to buy from a coffee shop daily, thus, i had to content myself with instant coffee.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my four years, i never developed the talent to mix my own cup!  I had to drink the 3-in-1 type every single time.  I've tasted every brand from SM Supermarket and Rustan's and I've never been satisfied with any.  Maybe, a certain brand would suit me for a month or so but thereafter, i'd just get tired of the too sweet taste.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my 29th year on earth, i have come to a point where i can prepare my own cup of instant coffee.  Yey me.  But not so much - because i cant be satisfied by nothing but the brewed type now too.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last December, I (we) got not one, not two, not three but four coffee makers.  How cool is that.  ;)  And now i can brew to my desired taste perfectly.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, I'm dreaming to put up my own coffee shop somewhere in Session Road.  Prayer point n. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-2410780047243485761?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/2410780047243485761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=2410780047243485761' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/2410780047243485761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/2410780047243485761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2010/02/kopi-ko.html' title='Kopi ko'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-3446099922636827762</id><published>2010-01-26T10:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T10:58:25.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prayer of Jabez</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;"Oh, that you would bless me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;and enlarge my territory!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Let your hand be with me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;and keep me from harm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;so that I will be free from pain." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;And God granted his request.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-3446099922636827762?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/3446099922636827762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=3446099922636827762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/3446099922636827762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/3446099922636827762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2010/01/prayer-of-jabez.html' title='The Prayer of Jabez'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-1248721746591452207</id><published>2010-01-26T10:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T10:57:03.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boom De Yada</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 16px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I love the mountains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 16px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I love the clear blue sky&lt;br /&gt;I love big bridges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 16px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I love when great whites fly&lt;br /&gt;I love the whole world and all it's sights and sounds&lt;br /&gt;Boomdeyada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 16px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Boomdeyada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 16px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Boomdeyada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 16px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Boomdeyada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 16px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I love the ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 16px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I love real dirty things&lt;br /&gt;I love to go fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 16px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I love Egyptian kings&lt;br /&gt;I love the whole world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 16px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;and all it's craziness&lt;br /&gt;Boomdeyada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 16px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Boomdeyada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 16px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Boomdeyada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 16px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Boomdeyada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 16px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I love tornadoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 16px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I love arachnids&lt;br /&gt;I love hot magma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 16px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I love the giant squids&lt;br /&gt;I love the whole worldIts such a brilliant place&lt;br /&gt;Boomdeyada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 16px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Boomdeyada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 16px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Boomdeyada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 16px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Boomdeyada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 16px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Boomdeyada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 16px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Boomdeyada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-1248721746591452207?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/1248721746591452207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=1248721746591452207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/1248721746591452207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/1248721746591452207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2010/01/boom-de-yada.html' title='Boom De Yada'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-3094540204559692767</id><published>2009-11-17T15:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T15:54:00.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mga kailangan kong matutunan</title><content type='html'>Sa lalong madaling panahon, kailangan ko nang malaman kung paano gawin ang mga ito:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  mamalengke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Malaman kung sariwa ang isda, baboy, baka, at kung anu-ano pa. Kung paano malalaman kung hinog na at pwede nang kainin ang prutas.  Alin ang magandang talong.  Ano ang mura at ano ang hindi.  Marunong naman akong tumawad.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  magluto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      Pati na rin baking.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  mag-alaga ng bata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Marunong naman ako.  Ayoko lang ng mga challenging tasks like paglinis sa puwet pag tumae at magkaroon ng tiyagang maghele kung kailangan.  Di bale, matagal tagal ko pa naman kailangan ito.  Saka na yang mga action plans during baby tantrums.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  maglaba nang maayos at mamalantsa na rin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. bawasan ang tantrums&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. higit sa lahat, MAGBIGAY.  EEEEKKK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-3094540204559692767?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/3094540204559692767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=3094540204559692767' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/3094540204559692767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/3094540204559692767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2009/11/mga-kailangan-kong-matutunan.html' title='Mga kailangan kong matutunan'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-4338179487125028850</id><published>2009-11-13T07:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T07:46:35.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>42 days til Christmas</title><content type='html'>35 days til something&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;weeeee!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wee yoo wee yoo wee yoo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-4338179487125028850?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/4338179487125028850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=4338179487125028850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/4338179487125028850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/4338179487125028850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2009/11/42-days-til-christmas.html' title='42 days til Christmas'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-2477270056015852254</id><published>2009-10-29T06:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T06:09:22.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big big thing</title><content type='html'>There's a big big thing&lt;div&gt;but i can't really feel it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some things aren't right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i can't correct it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or i refuse to see it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-2477270056015852254?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/2477270056015852254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=2477270056015852254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/2477270056015852254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/2477270056015852254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2009/10/big-big-thing.html' title='Big big thing'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-8285892214307949641</id><published>2009-08-25T18:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T18:01:08.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please pray for meee</title><content type='html'>Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself.  Each day has enough trouble of its own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-8285892214307949641?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/8285892214307949641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=8285892214307949641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/8285892214307949641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/8285892214307949641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2009/08/please-pray-for-meee.html' title='Please pray for meee'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-7471212707246557761</id><published>2009-08-17T19:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T19:36:28.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one of those palengkera episodes</title><content type='html'>I was feeling really good yesterday, after my happiness combo of Sunday Service, lunch at Conti's with my dear friends, small group, walking around the oval and dinner at Katipunan.  Oh, and I was wearing my newest skirt.  Never mind the need for a belt in an attempt to create an illusion of a non-existent waistline. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were going out of this restaurant, where we had dinner, when i noticed at the enclosed area near the exit a man in dark polo, who was laughing and in the company of several people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this recent obsession on Ninoy Aquino, i mindlessly exclaimed for everybody to hear, "Oh my gosh, is that Noynoy Aquino?"  My friends said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i stared again, frozen for a good few seconds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back to my senses and we went out of the restaurant; I, fully realizing the chagrin.  And he was with Mar Roxas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erase.  Erase.  Erase.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-7471212707246557761?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/7471212707246557761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=7471212707246557761' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/7471212707246557761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/7471212707246557761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-one-of-those-palengkera.html' title='Another one of those palengkera episodes'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-447755927425302398</id><published>2009-08-14T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T11:21:49.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you still know me?</title><content type='html'>Can you close your eyes and recognize me&lt;br /&gt;by just a whiff of my scent&lt;br /&gt;Or by just touching me so lovingly&lt;br /&gt;as though you want all my fears to go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember looking at me so intently&lt;br /&gt;while i refuse to be roused from drowsing dreams&lt;br /&gt;Because you'd care to check every detail&lt;br /&gt;to ensure my good night's sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss my wonderful stories&lt;br /&gt;and my repetitive tales&lt;br /&gt;Of cute and handsome boys&lt;br /&gt;and my prophetic view of the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still want to be in the know&lt;br /&gt;of the goings on in my crazy life&lt;br /&gt;Even if you can't keep up&lt;br /&gt;because your very traditional person prevents you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you still excited to talk about me&lt;br /&gt;as though im the best in the world&lt;br /&gt;Even if you know i'm so imperfect&lt;br /&gt;and i have hurt you so many times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday ma.&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for me where you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-447755927425302398?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/447755927425302398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=447755927425302398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/447755927425302398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/447755927425302398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2009/08/do-you-still-know-me.html' title='Do you still know me?'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-2431066566536676172</id><published>2009-08-07T18:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T18:59:19.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Ninoy</title><content type='html'>I've been reading about him and viewing his YouTube videos in the last few days.  What an inspiring man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-2431066566536676172?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/2431066566536676172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=2431066566536676172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/2431066566536676172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/2431066566536676172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-ninoy.html' title='I Love Ninoy'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-7695285457659621851</id><published>2009-08-05T19:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T19:21:25.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ninoy's Letter to Noynoy</title><content type='html'>Ninoy, Ninoy - I didn't know that this was how deep his love for his country was - that it even came before his love for family.  What an honorable man.  And he gave Noynoy a great responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIHAM NI NINOY KAY NOYNOY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 25, 1973&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fort Bonifacio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:30pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Benigno S. Aquino III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P E R S O N A L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dearest Son:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these days , when you have completed your studies I am sure you will have the opportunity to visit many countries. And in your travels you will witness a bullfight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Spanish bullfighting as you know, a man – the matador – is pitted against an angry bull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man goads the bull to extreme anger and madness. Then a moment comes when the bull, maddened, bleeding and covered with darts, feeling his last moment has come, stops rushing about and grimly turns his face on the man with the scarlet "muleta" and sword. The Spaniards call this "the moment of truth." This is the climax of the bullfight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, I have arrived at my own moment of truth. After a lengthy conference with my lawyers, Senators Jovito R. Salonga and Lorenzo M. Tanada I made a very crucial and vital decision that will surely affect all our lives: mommie's, your sisters', yours and all our loved ones as well as mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided not to participate in the proceedings of the Military Commission assigned to try the charges filed against me by the army prosecution staff. As you know, I've been charged with illegal possession of firearms, violation of RA 1700 otherwise known as the "Anti-Subversion Act" and murder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are still too young to grasp the full impact of my decision. Briefly: by not participating in the proceedings, I will not be represented by counsel, the prosecution will present its witnesses without any cross examinations, I will not put up any defense, I will remain passive and quiet through the entire trial and I will merely await the verdict. Inasmuch as it will be a completely one-sided affair, I suppose it is reasonable to expect the maximum penalty will be given to me. I expect to be sentenced to imprisonment the rest of my natural life, or possibly be sent to stand before a firing squad. By adopting the course of action I decided upon this afternoon, I have literally decided to walk into the very jaws of death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may ask: why did you do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son, my decision is an act of conscience. It is an act of protest against the structures of injustice that have been imposed upon our hapless countrymen. Futile and puny, as it will surely appear to many, it is my last act of defiance against tyranny and dictatorship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my only son. You carry my name and the name of my father. I have no material wealth to leave you. I never had time to make money while I was in the hire of our people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this I am very sorry. I had hopes of building a little nest egg for you. I bought a ranch in Masbate in the hope that after ten or fifteen years, the coconut trees I planted there would be yielding enough to assure you a modest but comfortable existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I had to sell all our properties as I fought battle after political battle as a beleaguered member of the opposition. And after the last battle, I had more obligations than assets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only valuable asset I can bequeath to you now is the name you carry. I have tried my best during my years of public service to keep that name untarnished and respected, unmarked by sorry compromises for expediency. I now pass it on to you, as good, I pray, as when my father, your grandfather passed it on to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prepared a statement which I intend to read before the military commission on Monday at the opening of my trial. I hope the commission members will be understanding and kind enough to allow me to read my statement into the record. This may well be my first and only participation in the entire proceedings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this statement, I said: Some people suggested that I beg for mercy from the present powers that be. Son, this I cannot do in conscience. I would rather die on my feet with honor, than live on bended knees in shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your great grandfather, Gen. Servilliano Aquino was twice condemned to death by both the Spaniards and the American colonizers. Fortunately, he survived both by a twist of fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your grandfather, my father was also imprisoned by the Americans because he loved his people more than the Americans who colonized us. He was finally vindicated. Our ancestors have shared the pains, the sorrows and the anguish of Mother Filipinas when she was in bondage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a rare privilege for me to join the Motherland in the dark dungeon where she was led back by one of her own sons whom she lavished with love and glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended my statement thus: I have chosen to follow my conscience and accept the tyrant's revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes little effort to stop a tyrant. I have no doubt in the ultimate victory of right over wrong, of evil over good, in the awakening of the Filipino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for passing unto your young shoulders the great responsibility for our family. I trust you will love your mother and your sisters and lavish them with the care and protection I would have given them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was barely fifteen years old when my father died. His death was my most traumatic experience. I loved and hero-worshipped him so much, I wanted to join him in his grave when he passed away. But as in all sorrows, eventually they are washed away by the rains of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the coming years, I hope you will study very hard so that you will have a solid foundation on which to build your future. I may no longer be around to give you my fatherly advice. I have asked many of your uncles to help you along should the need arise and I pray you will have the humility to drink from their fountain of experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look after your two younger sisters with understanding and affection. Viel and Krissy will need your umbrella of protection for a long time. Krissy is still very young and fate has been most unkind to both of us. Our parting came too soon. Please make up for me. Take care of her as I would have taken care of her with patience and warm affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, stand by your mother as she stood beside me through the buffeting winds of crisis and uncertainties firm and resolute and uncowed. I pray to God, you inherit her indomitable spirit and her rare brand of silent courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had hopes of introducing you to my friends, showing you the world and guide you through the maze of survival. I am afraid, you will now have to go it alone without your guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only advice I can give you: Live with honor and follow your conscience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no greater nation on earth than our Motherland. No greater people than our own. Serve them with all your heart, with all your might and with all your strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son, the ball is now in your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovingly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-7695285457659621851?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/7695285457659621851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=7695285457659621851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/7695285457659621851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/7695285457659621851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2009/08/ninoys-letter-to-noynoy.html' title='Ninoy&apos;s Letter to Noynoy'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-359306245665793675</id><published>2009-08-04T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T21:41:36.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so hard</title><content type='html'>really hard to study, while history happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i didn't take a leave of absence from the human race.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-359306245665793675?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/359306245665793675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=359306245665793675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/359306245665793675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/359306245665793675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-hard.html' title='so hard'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' 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hardships she has remained&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"&gt;Undaunted and unafraid&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"&gt;She is calm, composed&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"&gt;She is God’s lovely maid&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-7101636238810406244?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/7101636238810406244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=7101636238810406244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/7101636238810406244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/7101636238810406244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2009/08/ninoys-love-poem-for-cory.html' title='Ninoy&apos;s Love Poem for Cory'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-7207349092876507971</id><published>2009-07-25T00:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T01:00:20.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome and amazing</title><content type='html'>I had a great great time at the 25th anniversary celebration of Victory at the Big Dome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I was again reminded of what a great privilege knowing God is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am soooo thankful that God enabled me to fathom how great, how deep and how unlimited his love is; of how blessed i am to know that there is overflowing grace available for me even if i do not deserve it; of how great is the plan and destiny waiting for me through Christ; of how much joy and peace there is in knowing God and having a real loving relationship with the heavenly Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  My prayer is that my life will honor Him all throughout and that i fulfill my life's purpose.  My prayers of having a 'clearer' vision of the future are slowly being answered.  I'm excited to be used by God and I'm excited to live a life in accordance with his great will and purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love love love God.  I love church.  Oh, and I love my country. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed.  Blessed.  Blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great is Thy Faithfulness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-7207349092876507971?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/7207349092876507971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=7207349092876507971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/7207349092876507971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/7207349092876507971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2009/07/awesome-and-amazing.html' title='Awesome and amazing'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-5387468730575573096</id><published>2009-07-18T16:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T16:52:53.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remarks from CBS Sunday Morning - Ben Stein</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;I Only hope we find GOD again before it is too late ! ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="_x0000_i1025" src="http://us.mg1.mail.yahoo.com/ya/download?mid=1%5f758%5fALjJjkQAAShQSk7JEw1dNVlcbDM&amp;amp;pid=2.2&amp;amp;fid=Inbox&amp;amp;inline=1&amp;amp;stationery=1" border="0" width="415" height="313" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following was written by Ben Stein and recited by him on CBS &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1247906841_47"&gt;Sunday  Morning&lt;/span&gt;  Commentary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-style: italic; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My confession: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a Jew, and every single one of my ancestors was Jewish.  And it does  not bother me even a little bit when people call those beautiful lit up, bejeweled trees,  Christmas trees.  I don't feel threatened.  I don't feel discriminated against. That's what they are, Christmas trees. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't bother me a bit when people say, 'Merry Christmas' to me.  I don't think they are slighting me or getting ready to put me in a ghetto.  In fact, I kind of like it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: navy; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;  It shows that we are all brothers and sisters celebrating this happy time of year. It doesn't bother me at all that there is a manger scene on display at a key intersection near my beach house in &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1247906841_48"&gt;Malibu&lt;/span&gt; .  If people want a creche, it's just as fine with me as is the Menorah  a few hundred  yards away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like getting pushed around for being a Jew, and I don't think Christians like getting pushed around for being Christians.  I think people who believe in God are sick and tired of getting pushed around, period.  I have no idea where the concept came from, that America is an explicitly atheist country.  I can't find it in the &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1247906841_49"&gt;Constitution&lt;/span&gt; and I don't like it being shoved down my throat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I can put it another way: where did the idea come from that we should worship celebrities and we aren't allowed to worship God as we understand Him?  I guess that's a sign that I'm getting old, too.  But there are a lot of us who are wondering where these celebrities came from and where the America we knew went to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In light of the many jokes we send to one another for a laugh, this is a little different:  This is not intended to be a joke; it's not funny, it's intended to get you thinking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy Graham's daughter was interviewed on the Early Show and &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1247906841_50"&gt;Jane Clayson&lt;/span&gt; asked her 'How could God let something like this happen?' (regarding &lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1247906841_51"&gt;Hurricane Katrina&lt;/span&gt;)..  Anne Graham gave an extremely profound and insightful response.  She said, 'I believe God is deeply saddened by this, just as we are, but for years we've been telling God to get out of our schools, to get out of our government and to get out of our lives..  And being the gentleman He is, I believe He has calmly backed out.  How can we expect God to give us His blessing and His protection if we demand He leave us alone?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In light of recent events... terrorists attack, school shootings, etc.  I think it started when Madeleine Murray O'Hare (she was murdered, her body found a few years ago) complained she didn't want prayer in our schools, and we said OK.  Then someone said you better not read the Bible in school.  The Bible says thou shalt not kill; thou shalt not steal, and love your neighbor as yourself.  And we said OK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Dr. Benjamin Spock said we shouldn't spank our children when they misbehave, because their little personalities would be warped and we might damage their self-esteem (Dr. Spock's son committed suicide)..  We said an expert should know what he's talking about.  And we said okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're asking ourselves why our children have no conscience, why they don't know right from wrong, and  why it doesn't bother them to kill strangers, their classmates, and themselves..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably, if we think about it long and hard enough, we can figure it out.  I think it has a great deal to do with 'WE REAP WHAT WE SOW.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world's going to hell.  Funny how we believe what the newspapers say, but question what the Bible says.  Funny how you can send 'jokes' through e-mail and they spread like wildfire, but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing.  Funny how lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene articles pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion of God is suppressed in the school and workplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: red; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are  you laughing yet? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how when you forward this message, you will not send it to many on your address list because you're not sure what they believe, or what they will think of you for sending it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: red; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how we can be more worried about what other people think of us than what God thinks of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: red; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass it on if you think it has  merit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;If not, then just discard it... no one will know you did.  But, if you discard this thought process, don't sit back and complain about what bad shape the world is in.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Best Regards,  Honestly and respectfully, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Stein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-5387468730575573096?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/5387468730575573096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=5387468730575573096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/5387468730575573096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/5387468730575573096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2009/07/remarks-from-cbs-sunday-morning-ben.html' title='Remarks from CBS Sunday Morning - Ben Stein'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-354578762109508895</id><published>2009-06-26T06:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T06:46:06.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it true the King of Pop died?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Childhood&lt;/b&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Michael Jackson. &lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.allmichaeljackson.com/images/history.jpg" alt="michael jackson, lyrics, history" align="right" width="160" height="160" /&gt;   Have you seen my Childhood?&lt;br /&gt;    I'm searching for the world that I&lt;br /&gt;    Come from&lt;br /&gt;    'Cause I've been looking around&lt;br /&gt;    In the lost and found of my heart...&lt;br /&gt;    No one understands me&lt;br /&gt;    They view it as such strange eccentricities...&lt;br /&gt;    'Cause I keep kidding around&lt;br /&gt;    Like a child, but pardon me...&lt;br /&gt;    People say I'm not okay&lt;br /&gt;    'Cause I love such elementary things...&lt;br /&gt;    It's been my fate to compensate, for the&lt;br /&gt;    Childhood&lt;br /&gt;    I've never known...&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    Have you seen my Childhood?&lt;br /&gt;    I'm searching for that wonder in my youth&lt;br /&gt;    Like pirates and adventurous dreams,&lt;br /&gt;    Of conquest and kings on the throne...&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    Before you judge me, try hard to love me,&lt;br /&gt;    Look within your heart then ask,&lt;br /&gt;    Have you seen my Childhood?&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    People say I'm strange that way&lt;br /&gt;    'Cause I love such elementary things,&lt;br /&gt;    It's been my fate to compensate,&lt;br /&gt;    for the Childhood I've never known...&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    Have you seen my Childhood?&lt;br /&gt;    I'm searching for that wonder in my youth&lt;br /&gt;    Like fantastical stories to share&lt;br /&gt;    The dreams I would dare, watch me fly...&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    Before you judge me, try hard to love me.&lt;br /&gt;    The painful youth I've had&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    Have you seen my Childhood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-354578762109508895?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/354578762109508895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=354578762109508895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/354578762109508895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/354578762109508895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2009/06/is-it-true-king-of-pop-died.html' title='Is it true the King of Pop died?'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-5512206988653003724</id><published>2009-06-18T17:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T18:01:27.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hombre</title><content type='html'>Here's a chance to see how well you really know your husband, wife, fiancé, boyfriend or girlfriend. Cut, paste and fill in the answers, then tag your friends... Shoot, you know what to do. The real challenge is to send it to your loved one to see how right you really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He's sitting in front of the TV, what is on the screen?&lt;br /&gt;NatGeo, Discovery, Lifestyle Network (cooking shows) Simpsons, Friends, comedy series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You're out to eat; what kind of dressing does he get on his salad?&lt;br /&gt;the most uncommon one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What's one food he doesn't like?&lt;br /&gt;anything that has pineapple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You go out to eat. What drink does he order?&lt;br /&gt;iced tea usually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Where did he go to high school?&lt;br /&gt;same as mine, then UB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What shoe size does he wear?&lt;br /&gt;9 or 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If he were to collect anything, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;he collects tools and gadgets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is his favorite type of sandwich?&lt;br /&gt;meaty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What would he eat every day if he could?&lt;br /&gt;porterhouse steak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is his favorite cereal?&lt;br /&gt;not really into cereals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What would he never wear?&lt;br /&gt;feminine looking clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is his favorite sports team?&lt;br /&gt;himself.  hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Who did he vote for President?&lt;br /&gt;he has never voted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who is his best friend?&lt;br /&gt;who else but myself :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is one thing he wishes you wouldn't do?&lt;br /&gt;nag at maging palengkera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What is his heritage?&lt;br /&gt;half Tagalog, half from Cagayan (Isneg?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. You baked him a cake for his birthday; what kind of cake?&lt;br /&gt;something not so sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Did he play sports in high school?&lt;br /&gt;they played basketball, but not seriously.  are video games considered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What could he spend hours doing?&lt;br /&gt;TV, computer, outdoor adventure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What is one unique talent he has?&lt;br /&gt;see through me.  hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your middle names?&lt;br /&gt;Mine - Manongdo&lt;br /&gt;His - Cayaba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long have you been together?&lt;br /&gt;8 years 6 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long did you know each other before you started dating?&lt;br /&gt;8 years, but not close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who asked to go out, first?&lt;br /&gt;siya siyempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old are each of you?&lt;br /&gt;both 28 kaya palaaway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose siblings do you see the most?&lt;br /&gt;pareho lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which situation is the hardest on you as a couple?&lt;br /&gt;maybe when mama died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you go to the same school?&lt;br /&gt;high school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you from the same home town?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is smarter?&lt;br /&gt;he has much better common sense&lt;br /&gt;im more intelligent&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the most sensitive?&lt;br /&gt;me, hands down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you eat out most as a couple?&lt;br /&gt;Sizzling Plate, Session Road, Baguio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the furthest you two have traveled together as a couple?&lt;br /&gt;Tuguegarao, Cagayan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who has the craziest exes?&lt;br /&gt;siya, i don't have exes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who has the worst temper?&lt;br /&gt;pareho lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who does the cooking?&lt;br /&gt;siya :-) he's a very good cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the neat-freak?&lt;br /&gt;me, at this rate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is more stubborn?&lt;br /&gt;he is!  from my point of view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wakes up earlier?&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is more jealous?&lt;br /&gt;i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long did it take to get serious?&lt;br /&gt;a year and a half&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who eats more?&lt;br /&gt;siya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who does the laundry?&lt;br /&gt;in the future, i think i will or the maid.  he is too lazy to separate whites from the colored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who’s better with the computer?&lt;br /&gt;siya sa hardware.  ako sa software.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who drives when you are together?&lt;br /&gt;siya.  i have a "fake" driver's license.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-5512206988653003724?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/5512206988653003724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=5512206988653003724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/5512206988653003724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/5512206988653003724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2009/06/hombre.html' title='Hombre'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-3649648685584805136</id><published>2009-05-16T21:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T21:24:33.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple joys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/Sg6-CK-nh9I/AAAAAAAAAR8/0Fen3rgP06I/s1600-h/S2020884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/Sg6-CK-nh9I/AAAAAAAAAR8/0Fen3rgP06I/s320/S2020884.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336411552996624338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gel Pens at P9 each and a permanent marker at P10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/Sg6-CCfReOI/AAAAAAAAAR0/7UEuEmos-9g/s1600-h/S2020883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/Sg6-CCfReOI/AAAAAAAAAR0/7UEuEmos-9g/s320/S2020883.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336411550717671650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Free Krispy Kreme donut and coffee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-3649648685584805136?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/3649648685584805136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=3649648685584805136' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/3649648685584805136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/3649648685584805136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2009/05/simple-joys.html' title='Simple joys'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/Sg6-CK-nh9I/AAAAAAAAAR8/0Fen3rgP06I/s72-c/S2020884.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-8849362139003015594</id><published>2009-05-10T22:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:35:43.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obssessing over nice things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/Sgbjp8jqV9I/AAAAAAAAARs/Z90x_q5wNXw/s1600-h/S2020878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/SgbixvK_ZyI/AAAAAAAAARc/JYGkRm-ebuA/s320/S2020866a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334200152770963234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Hossana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song from Hillsong United as interpreted by the Victory QC worship team.  Galing!  I fell in love with this worship song a while ago.  Glorious.  I've been playing it over and over and over.  Thanks for the mp3 file, Kate. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  The pictures above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been constantly looking at them since 11am.  Sana bordabee was there so that it'd be complete.  I love, love, love my family and our nice pictures.  Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Goldilocks' egg pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Sundays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love church, Sunday service, praise and worship, prayer, delicious lunch and cake, UP walks, friends, good company and rest.  Sa mga wala, come on now. :-)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h5&gt; From "You're a Good Man Charlie Brown"&lt;/h5&gt;  HAPPINESS IS FINDING A PENCIL.&lt;br /&gt;PIZZA WITH SAUSAGE&lt;br /&gt;TELLING THE TIME.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPINESS IS LEARNING TO WHISTLE.&lt;br /&gt;TYING YOUR SHOE FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPINESS IS PLAYING THE DRUM IN YOUR OWN SCHOOL BAND.&lt;br /&gt;AND HAPPINESS IS WALKING HAND IN HAND.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPINESS IS TWO KINDS OF ICE CREAM.&lt;br /&gt;KNOWING A SECRET.&lt;br /&gt;CLIMBING A TREE.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPINESS IS FIVE DIFFERENT CRAYONS.&lt;br /&gt;CATCHING A FIREFLY.&lt;br /&gt;SETTING HIM FREE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPINESS IS BEING ALONE EVERY NOW AND THEN.&lt;br /&gt;AND HAPPINESS IS COMING HOME AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPINESS IS MORNING AND EVENING,&lt;br /&gt;DAY TIME AND NIGHT TIME TOO.&lt;br /&gt;FOR HAPPINESS IS ANYONE AND ANYTHING AT ALL&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S LOVED BY YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPINESS IS HAVING A SISTER.&lt;br /&gt;SHARING A SANDWICH.&lt;br /&gt;GETTING ALONG.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPINESS IS SINGING TOGETHER WHEN DAY IS THROUGH,&lt;br /&gt;AND HAPPINESS IS THOSE WHO SING WITH YOU.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPINESS IS MORNING AND EVENING,&lt;br /&gt;DAYTIME AND NIGHTTIME TOO.&lt;br /&gt;FOR HAPPINESS IS ANYONE AND ANYTHING AT ALL&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S LOVED BY YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-8849362139003015594?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/8849362139003015594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=8849362139003015594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/8849362139003015594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/8849362139003015594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2009/05/obssessing-over-nice-things.html' title='Obssessing over nice things'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/Sgbjp8jqV9I/AAAAAAAAARs/Z90x_q5wNXw/s72-c/S2020878.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-8680127019825851468</id><published>2009-05-10T17:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T18:11:44.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one of those</title><content type='html'>1. What's your ID number?&lt;br /&gt;970912&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Passed or wait-listed?&lt;br /&gt;passed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How did you know about the ACET results?&lt;br /&gt;i got an acceptance letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Was Ateneo your first choice?&lt;br /&gt;i didn't really have preferences.  my basis was the course.  had a really good description in the brochure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you know what your ACET score is?&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know they give that too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What course was your first choice?&lt;br /&gt;BS MIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Second choice?&lt;br /&gt;none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Anong course mo ngayon?&lt;br /&gt;graduated from my first choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Did you have any plans of shifting?&lt;br /&gt;wala.  okay naman ang block ko (as if it's the only consideration).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Chinito/chinita ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Taga-Ateneo High?&lt;br /&gt;hindi rin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Did you have fun in your OrSem?&lt;br /&gt;no, i was soooo homesick then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Saang gate ka pumasok nung first day?&lt;br /&gt;gate 3.  my dorm was behind shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Are you staying/did you stay in a dorm?&lt;br /&gt;yes, see above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Ever had an F in your grade report?&lt;br /&gt;none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. How about an A?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Highest grade?&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Lowest grade?&lt;br /&gt;C+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Worst experience in ADMU?&lt;br /&gt;my email account was hacked.  and someone actually believed i was the one who sent a really foul message.  the second statement is much worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you always attend class?&lt;br /&gt;generally, if i had no plans to go home to La Union.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What are/were your orgs?&lt;br /&gt;Gabay, MISA, Loyola Film Circle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. How many units have/did you pass/ed?&lt;br /&gt;what was required.  we had summer classes too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Nangangarap/nangarap ka bang maglaude?&lt;br /&gt;parang hindi.  bakit ako ganon?  abnormal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. When will/did you graduate?&lt;br /&gt;2001&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Fave subject?&lt;br /&gt;theology of marriage, contemporary theology, Philippine history, philosophy, Java :-), marketing, management, chemistry, judo, rhetoric, psychology, essay, film theory, fiction -- OO.  REALLY A NERD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Worst subject/s?&lt;br /&gt;foundations of PE, theology of church/sacraments, taxation and agrarian reform&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Fave landmark sa ADMU?&lt;br /&gt;Gabay room?  kasi maraming kausap at kaibigan don.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Fave kainan?&lt;br /&gt;Manang's, i should go there soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. How do/did you get to school?&lt;br /&gt;lakad/trike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Are/were you always at the lib?&lt;br /&gt;yes, sa Filipiniana section.  I liked it there.  Hehe.  See number 25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Ever gone to the infirmary when you were sick?&lt;br /&gt;oo rin.  dysmenorrhea.  thank you friends for being of great great help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Do/did you have a crush in campus?&lt;br /&gt;oo naman.  i can name them but choose not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. May balak kang mag-MS, PhD?&lt;br /&gt;not in the near future.  i have better, more exciting plans, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Have you ever watched a graduation ceremony?&lt;br /&gt;my own lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Do you know the "Song for Mary" by heart?&lt;br /&gt;no, although i feel like crying everytime it's sung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Memorize mo ba ang Fabilioh?&lt;br /&gt;parang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. ...ang Halikinu?&lt;br /&gt;yup.  favorite ko to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. ...ang Blue Eagle Spelling?&lt;br /&gt;oo naman.  sfelling lang yan e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Are you part of Team Ateneo?&lt;br /&gt;ano ba to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Who's your fave UAAP basketball player?&lt;br /&gt;Pastor LA, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Ever had a perfect score in an exam?&lt;br /&gt;di ko maalala, parang meron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Ano ang ayaw mo sa Hell Week?&lt;br /&gt;lack of sleep.  i hate not having 8 hours each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Dito ka ba natuto uminom ng beer?&lt;br /&gt;no.  i don't like beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. What do you like about our school?&lt;br /&gt;my friends, my orgmates, the mini forests, the lack of a GC culture (bakit kaya), the holistic education (naks, oo, sold ako sa idea), it's clean, maganda ang search system sa lib&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Ano ang ayaw mo?&lt;br /&gt;higad, mga pasosyal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Have you ever bought anything at the A-shop?&lt;br /&gt;oo, si mama, feeling Atenista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Maganda ba ID pic mo?&lt;br /&gt;not satisfactory.  oiliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Done anything illegal on campus?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Bought anything at National Katips?&lt;br /&gt;oo, suki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Ever gone to Starbucks Katips?&lt;br /&gt;yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. May nakaaway ka na ba sa school?&lt;br /&gt;wala naman (as far as i can remember)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. QPI?&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes.  I really miss undergrad.  Can we do it again?  I feel really old all of a sudden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-8680127019825851468?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/8680127019825851468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=8680127019825851468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/8680127019825851468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/8680127019825851468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-one-of-those.html' title='Another one of those'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-1924370981342124219</id><published>2009-04-13T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T21:29:01.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AND IT BEGINS</title><content type='html'>Please help me Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-1924370981342124219?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/1924370981342124219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=1924370981342124219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/1924370981342124219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/1924370981342124219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-it-begins.html' title='AND IT BEGINS'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-1921186290991815155</id><published>2009-04-13T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T00:00:01.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Rhys!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/SeHrV8pHliI/AAAAAAAAARU/xbhOFM423uU/s1600-h/n631397128_1666744_3797416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/SbvF9tZcELI/AAAAAAAAARE/-VzBVI2AeLQ/s400/family0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313057849362616498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i do not feel like attending graduation without you.  But, we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-5972273445860018416?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/5972273445860018416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=5972273445860018416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/5972273445860018416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/5972273445860018416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2009/03/hi-mama-and-papa.html' title='Hi mama and papa'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/SbvF9tZcELI/AAAAAAAAARE/-VzBVI2AeLQ/s72-c/family0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-8766810815052022884</id><published>2009-03-09T19:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T19:55:58.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jogging</title><content type='html'>Maganda pala ang pakiramdam kapag nalalampasan mo na ang ibang taong tumatakbo at napapansin mong hindi ka na rin nila naaabutan.  Masaya rin na ang mga nakikita mong nauuna sa yo e mga lalaki na lang na alam mong di hamak na mas mataas ang 'endurance' kesa sa yo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-8766810815052022884?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/8766810815052022884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=8766810815052022884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/8766810815052022884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/8766810815052022884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2009/03/jogging.html' title='Jogging'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-4284956705251467829</id><published>2009-03-06T20:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T20:57:46.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad</title><content type='html'>I have just gotten a refill of endorphins after one quick round at the acad oval but the news of Francis M.'s passing away drenches them nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admired him for his talent and his unending youth.  I've read his blog in the past year and I am happy to see him cling to God in his time of pain and trial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless his loved ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-4284956705251467829?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/4284956705251467829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=4284956705251467829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/4284956705251467829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/4284956705251467829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2009/03/sad.html' title='Sad'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-6357425612749225652</id><published>2009-03-03T10:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T10:59:47.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I Flared Up</title><content type='html'>Sorry Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, i caught the Tawag 236 bug.  20 pesos for a 20 minute call.  After 20 minutes, the caller will be charged a peso for each minute in excess.  Why not, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, since January 1, i was being duped into using this too good to be true promo, not knowing that since that date they were charging regular rates after the first 20 minutes already.  Of course, i wouldn't know.  Is a subscriber now required to look at Globe ads and see the very small font that they allegedly used in informing the public of the change in the promo mechanics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so pissed.  Prepaid subscribers get cut after 20 minutes.  Postpaid subscribers don't.  How convenient!  Of course, no one would want to not get cut after 20 minutes if the postpaid subscriber knew what's up with the call charges!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roar.  Why penalize subscribers who are willing to pay a fixed amount per month?  Isn't it just to entice people to use a supposedly cheaper call but then because it's so nice to talk and talk, people don't keep track of time and in the end spend thousands on their monthly bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so disgusted and angry and aghast at how profit oriented a company i appreciated through the years has become.  I am but a single customer.  But i hope Globe would be more customer oriented than this Tawag236 hullabaloo shows it to be.  Customers give Globe profit.  They shouldn't deceive customers into falling into a trap like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, i was stupid too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this thing.  Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Globe Telecoms&lt;/span&gt;.  The business of a company is in its customers.  The heart of marketing is in consumers.  Show me that these nice things do not only exist in my own ideal world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please love your loyal customers over profit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-6357425612749225652?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/6357425612749225652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=6357425612749225652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/6357425612749225652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/6357425612749225652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-i-flared-up.html' title='The Day I Flared Up'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-8748824473024290238</id><published>2009-02-18T18:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T18:28:33.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all mixed up</title><content type='html'>It's all mixed up&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;All the words are jumbled&lt;br /&gt;All the scenes clash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all mixed up&lt;br /&gt;It's bad what i say&lt;br /&gt;The sentences come out&lt;br /&gt;Before the brain can edit out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all mixed up&lt;br /&gt;It's so gray and confusing&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes no, sometimes yes&lt;br /&gt;It's a confusing seesaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all mixed up&lt;br /&gt;Love and hate collide&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;But can't get over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all mixed up&lt;br /&gt;Many questions are asked&lt;br /&gt;All the answers crop up&lt;br /&gt;But after all, it's just you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all mixed up&lt;br /&gt;But everyday points to you&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere that i go&lt;br /&gt;My heart just looks for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-8748824473024290238?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/8748824473024290238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=8748824473024290238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/8748824473024290238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/8748824473024290238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-all-mixed-up.html' title='It&apos;s all mixed up'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-4512132784000836151</id><published>2009-02-16T19:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:48:00.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Difficult days</title><content type='html'>Teach me &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, O Lord&lt;br /&gt;and I will walk in your truth;&lt;br /&gt;give me an &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;UNDIVIDED&lt;/span&gt; heart,&lt;br /&gt;that i may fear your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Psalm 86:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-4512132784000836151?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/4512132784000836151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=4512132784000836151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/4512132784000836151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/4512132784000836151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2009/02/difficult-days.html' title='Difficult days'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-7964770259599280861</id><published>2009-02-11T19:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T21:10:11.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Random Things About Me</title><content type='html'>1.  I love food - choosing, buying, eating, appreciating, obsessing over food.  It makes me happy.  When i eat alone and i can't talk about how good tasting something is, i never fail to whisper an exclamation or really say it out loud when nobody's around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  An afternoon walk/jog around the academic oval while listening to my current favorite playlist is something i look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I love eating out with friends and i love the conversations while at it even more.  Laughter.  Ideas.  Grand plans.  Etcetera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I love my nephews unconditionally.  I started to better fathom how it was to actually and really love another person unconditionally when i saw Rhys for the first time.  It's the same thing with Ken.  I want to hug and talk to them all day.  No wonder why i can't study at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  As much as it is a cliche, i love learning.  I love reading about unknown things.  I love the feeling of finding out about something for the first time.  I marvel at the world.  Solving mathematical problems excites me.  I am very diligent in studying the subjects i love, which unfortunately don't account for more than 25% of law school load.  I miss my business/IT days for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  My lolo and papa are the most affectionate people in MY world.  They loved my sister and I to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  My mama was the most selfless person I know and it's amazing how she was able to show her passionate love for me without being affectionate like the men above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  I'll mention my ate here in this post, otherwise, she'll complain.  That's ate for you, my only sibling.  And again, she's slowly inching her way back to my Number 1 best friend spot.  Rhys and Homer are very stiff competition.  Good that she doesn't have to fight against Mama, but still, I'm not sure if she can succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  I am naturally sweet to Rhys, Ken and Homer.  I don't know why.  Mama said, i'm sweeter to her than my ate was; although, i believe my sister is waaay sweeter than i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  I was the boy my parents never had.  Papa brought me to the Baguio slaughterhouse for lunch several times.  My favorite toys were a gun, a plastic knife and a yellow jeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  I am a crybaby to Homer.  While others see me as quite a strong person, i don't know what it is with this love that out of it came another person.  Maybe, this is what they say - women still want a knight in shining armor to save them from a cruel world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  I once entered a kiddie beauty contest without my parents' consent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.  Contrary to popular opinion, i'm easily distracted.  I do all sorts of things at the same time.  My thoughts fly to Timbuktu.  I spend too much time on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.  2009 is a very BIG year for me.  So big, it sometimes puts me to sleep so i can stop thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.  I love my different sets of friends.  They mean a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.  I have a special bias on people who showed real concern for me back in 2007, at a time when i scheduled an hour or two daily for thinking about life and crying.  This was the darkest year of my life.  I'm claiming that for my whole lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.  I am calm most of the time.  I am sure a lot of people wondered why i didn't bawl over events in 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.  I was so concerned about my looks when i was in high school.  Then i lost interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.  I can never get enough of sweets.  I'm afraid to check my blood sugar.  Papa had diabetes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.  One of my hobbies is grocery shopping.  It gives me a different thrill each time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.  I am skilled at finding quality stuff at the Baguio ukay ukay.  My latest find is a 170 peso pair of Guy Laroche pumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.  I can sleep all day if i want to.  I got this from Mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.  I talk to myself a lot.  Out loud.  To a scary level.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.  After an overload of all sorts of pocketbooks back in grade school, high school and college, i made it a life goal to read only nonfiction unless a fictional work gains so much acclaim that i feel the need to read it.  I have so much to learn with only 1 life to live.  (plugging intended)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.  I've committed several years ago to give my ALL to God.  I'm still a work in progress but i know God will complete the work He started.  My prayer is for me to be in love with God every minute for the rest of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-7964770259599280861?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/7964770259599280861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=7964770259599280861' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/7964770259599280861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/7964770259599280861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-random-things-about-me.html' title='25 Random Things About Me'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-8860372168117729143</id><published>2009-02-09T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T14:30:55.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Prayer</title><content type='html'>The more I seek You&lt;br /&gt;The more I find You&lt;br /&gt;The more I find You&lt;br /&gt;The more I love You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna sit at Your feet&lt;br /&gt;Drink from the cup in Your hand&lt;br /&gt;Lay back against You and breathe&lt;br /&gt;Feel Your heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This love is so deep&lt;br /&gt;It’s more than I can stand&lt;br /&gt;I melt in Your peace&lt;br /&gt;It’s overwhelming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The More I Seek You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gateway Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-8860372168117729143?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/8860372168117729143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=8860372168117729143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/8860372168117729143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/8860372168117729143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2009/02/todays-prayer.html' title='Today&apos;s Prayer'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-7638091589923572855</id><published>2009-02-05T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:53:19.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Useful</title><content type='html'>This is from the book of Joshua Harris, Not Even a Hint.  I just think it's very practical when it comes to grey areas of sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever weakens your reason, impairs the tenderness of your conscience, obscures your sense of God*, or takes off the relish of spiritual things; in short whatever increases the strength and authority of your body over your mind - that thing is sin to you, however innocent it may be in itself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* obscures your awareness of the ugliness of sin and the holiness of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-7638091589923572855?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/7638091589923572855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=7638091589923572855' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/7638091589923572855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/7638091589923572855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2009/02/something-useful.html' title='Something Useful'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-127569814916362693</id><published>2009-02-01T07:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T07:21:11.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness is two kinds of ice cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/SYTc3TR6IEI/AAAAAAAAAQE/4y-z7XF9ktY/s1600-h/DSC00225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/SYTc3TR6IEI/AAAAAAAAAQE/4y-z7XF9ktY/s320/DSC00225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297601904320847938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-127569814916362693?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/127569814916362693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=127569814916362693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/127569814916362693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/127569814916362693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2009/02/happiness-is-two-kinds-of-ice-cream.html' title='Happiness is two kinds of ice cream'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/SYTc3TR6IEI/AAAAAAAAAQE/4y-z7XF9ktY/s72-c/DSC00225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-3886665134754462239</id><published>2009-01-28T00:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T00:34:10.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartache</title><content type='html'>i was parked in complacency&lt;br /&gt;and thought everything's fine&lt;br /&gt;you sounded the alarm of urgency&lt;br /&gt;i woke up, decided it's time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your words were a gentle whip&lt;br /&gt;they stirred my floating thoughts&lt;br /&gt;the fog ahead has disappeared&lt;br /&gt;you helped clear the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sincere passion is contagious&lt;br /&gt;so i bought a full tank&lt;br /&gt;my new engine got roaring&lt;br /&gt;and i didn't wanna stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then some place else&lt;br /&gt;they need your power&lt;br /&gt;a lot of people there&lt;br /&gt;are looking for that unique fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in your honor&lt;br /&gt;my horn, i honk&lt;br /&gt;but i'll go on, i'll move on&lt;br /&gt;you've done your work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye to you, i bid you well&lt;br /&gt;now, i'll go the other way&lt;br /&gt;but i pray, may our paths cross&lt;br /&gt;some time, some other day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-3886665134754462239?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/3886665134754462239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=3886665134754462239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/3886665134754462239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/3886665134754462239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2009/01/heartache.html' title='Heartache'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-4697692812167170093</id><published>2009-01-23T12:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T13:59:52.066+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christianity'/><title type='text'>We are sooo complicated</title><content type='html'>Think.  Just think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you will be amazed at how your brain thinks seemingly independent from your whole body.  And you feel your soul.  You feel your spirit.  And how they exist inside a physical body.  And i feel how i think up in my head, not in my stomach, not in my foot, but here up in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about the movement of my hands and the flow of blood carrying nutrients around my body.  I think about my eyes and how they see the world and how they focus.  I think about how i fall asleep.  I think about my tongue and my mouth and how they can form words and speak not just one language.  I think about my skin and how i feel how cold or how warm the temperature is.  I think about how i ovulate and the possibility of a sperm fertilizing an egg.  And how a life can possibly grow inside my womb.  I think about my ears and how i hear beautiful music.  I think about how i eat and how i take pleasure in tasting every salivating bite of my favorite food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How awesome, how intelligent and how tastefully we were made, oh God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.  Awesome.  Awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-4697692812167170093?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/4697692812167170093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=4697692812167170093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/4697692812167170093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/4697692812167170093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-are-sooo-complicated.html' title='We are sooo complicated'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-7133107995968373697</id><published>2009-01-23T12:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T13:59:12.238+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jars of Clay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christianity'/><title type='text'>Beautiful beautiful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh refuge of my hardened heart&lt;br /&gt;Oh fast pursuing lover come&lt;br /&gt;As angels dance around Your throne&lt;br /&gt;My life by captured fare You own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not silhouette of trodden faith&lt;br /&gt;Nor death shall not my steps be guide&lt;br /&gt;I'll pirouette upon my grave&lt;br /&gt;For in Your path I'll run and hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gaze of love so melt my pride&lt;br /&gt;That I may in Your house but kneel&lt;br /&gt;And in my brokenness to cry&lt;br /&gt;Spring worship unto Thee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When beauty breaks the spell of pain&lt;br /&gt;The bludgeoned heart shall burst in vain&lt;br /&gt;But not when love be pointed king&lt;br /&gt;And truth shall Thee forever reign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Jesus carry me away&lt;br /&gt;From cold of night, and dust of day&lt;br /&gt;In ragged hour or salt worn eye&lt;br /&gt;Be my desire, my wellspring lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring worship unto Thee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hymn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jars of Clay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-7133107995968373697?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/7133107995968373697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=7133107995968373697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/7133107995968373697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/7133107995968373697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2009/01/beautiful-beautiful.html' title='Beautiful beautiful...'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-7362607712814969024</id><published>2009-01-15T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T23:02:07.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing compares</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;to God's presence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing beats experiencing God meet you in the quietness of your spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's awesome, so awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;More of you Lord.  More of you this year. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-7362607712814969024?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/7362607712814969024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=7362607712814969024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/7362607712814969024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/7362607712814969024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2009/01/nothing-compares.html' title='Nothing compares'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-733483294771459785</id><published>2009-01-15T14:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T14:56:52.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, you fall in love with something, at first sight, and you close your eyes to other choices because this one is so amazing.  But the monument starts to crumble, one piece by one.  And you think about other factors that you thought not important but realize later, that these other things count for something.  Then you feel frustrated.  But at the back of your mind, you insist on that one amazing thing that you just fell in love with, even if it costs you a leg and an arm.  It's just so beautiful.  But it isn't just that one thing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-733483294771459785?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/733483294771459785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=733483294771459785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/733483294771459785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/733483294771459785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-1173844403571043112</id><published>2009-01-11T10:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T10:06:50.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How appropriate</title><content type='html'>&lt;sup id="en-NIV-14452"&gt;Psalm 37  (NIV) - I only included certain verses, although this is supposed to be an acrostic poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     1&lt;/sup&gt;  Do not fret because of evil men&lt;br /&gt;       or be envious of those who do wrong;&lt;p&gt;    &lt;sup id="en-NIV-14454"&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt; Trust in the LORD and do good;&lt;br /&gt;       dwell in the land and enjoy safe pasture. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    &lt;sup id="en-NIV-14455"&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt; Delight yourself in the LORD&lt;br /&gt;       and he will give you the desires of your heart. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    &lt;sup id="en-NIV-14456"&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt; Commit your way to the LORD;&lt;br /&gt;       trust in him and he will do this: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    &lt;sup id="en-NIV-14457"&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt; He will make your righteousness shine like the dawn,&lt;br /&gt;       the justice of your cause like the noonday sun. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    &lt;sup id="en-NIV-14458"&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt; Be still before the LORD and wait patiently for him;&lt;br /&gt;       do not fret when men succeed in their ways,&lt;br /&gt;       when they carry out their wicked schemes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    &lt;sup id="en-NIV-14459"&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt; Refrain from anger and turn from wrath;&lt;br /&gt;       do not fret—it leads only to evil. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    &lt;sup id="en-NIV-14465"&gt;14&lt;/sup&gt; The wicked draw the sword&lt;br /&gt;       and bend the bow&lt;br /&gt;       to bring down the poor and needy,&lt;br /&gt;       to slay those whose ways are upright. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    &lt;sup id="en-NIV-14466"&gt;15&lt;/sup&gt; But their swords will pierce their own hearts,&lt;br /&gt;       and their bows will be broken. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    &lt;sup id="en-NIV-14467"&gt;16&lt;/sup&gt; Better the little that the righteous have&lt;br /&gt;       than the wealth of many wicked; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    &lt;sup id="en-NIV-14468"&gt;17&lt;/sup&gt; for the power of the wicked will be broken,&lt;br /&gt;       but the LORD upholds the righteous. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    &lt;sup id="en-NIV-14474"&gt;23&lt;/sup&gt; If the LORD delights in a man's way,&lt;br /&gt;       he makes his steps firm; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    &lt;sup id="en-NIV-14475"&gt;24&lt;/sup&gt; though he stumble, he will not fall,&lt;br /&gt;       for the LORD upholds him with his hand. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    &lt;sup id="en-NIV-14488"&gt;37&lt;/sup&gt; Consider the blameless, observe the upright;&lt;br /&gt;       there is a future for the man of peace. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    &lt;sup id="en-NIV-14490"&gt;39&lt;/sup&gt; The salvation of the righteous comes from the LORD;&lt;br /&gt;       he is their stronghold in time of trouble. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    &lt;sup id="en-NIV-14491"&gt;40&lt;/sup&gt; The LORD helps them and delivers them;&lt;br /&gt;       he delivers them from the wicked and saves them,&lt;br /&gt;       because they take refuge in him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-1173844403571043112?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/1173844403571043112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=1173844403571043112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/1173844403571043112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/1173844403571043112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-appropriate.html' title='How appropriate'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-719615524602035638</id><published>2009-01-10T07:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T07:40:52.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 130</title><content type='html'>3 If you, O Lord, kept a record of sins,&lt;br /&gt;   O Lord, who could stand?&lt;br /&gt;4 But with you there is forgiveness;&lt;br /&gt;   therefore you are feared.&lt;br /&gt;5 I wait for the Lord, my soul waits,&lt;br /&gt;   and in his word I put my hope.&lt;br /&gt;6 My soul waits for the Lord&lt;br /&gt;   more than watchmen wait for the morning,&lt;br /&gt;   more than watchmen wait for the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-719615524602035638?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/719615524602035638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=719615524602035638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/719615524602035638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/719615524602035638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2009/01/psalm-130.html' title='Psalm 130'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-2818649291807215800</id><published>2009-01-09T09:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T09:19:39.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart's prayer for 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Psalm 139:4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Search me, O God, and know my heart;&lt;br /&gt;test me and know my anxious thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;See if there's any offensive way in me,&lt;br /&gt;and lead me in the way everlasting.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Psalm 19:14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;May the words of my mouth&lt;br /&gt;and the meditation of my heart&lt;br /&gt;be pleasing in your sight,&lt;br /&gt;oh Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-2818649291807215800?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/2818649291807215800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=2818649291807215800' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/2818649291807215800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/2818649291807215800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-hearts-prayer-for-2009.html' title='My heart&apos;s prayer for 2009'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-2894047664609483374</id><published>2009-01-01T11:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T11:58:59.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while</title><content type='html'>I've been very busy playing with kids.  1 month old, 5 years, 7 years, 9 years.  And they all think i'm their age.  Someone thinks i will be entertained by watching Transformers with him.  The other has to wear the same clothes i do (a.k.a clothes for SM or for the house or for jogging).   The other thinks i go to their house to play with him.  The other just stares at me and mumbles.  Why are kids so cute and lovely and beautiful?  They make me feel so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i've been busy working for something classified. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i've  been busy drinking coffee and dating and shopping and learning how to wear make up, just to make me look more serious and mature when i get to deal with the real world, a.k.a. banks, government offices, insurance agents and the like.  Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss law school.  Really?  Hahaha.  Yes, i need to convince myself, you know.  I'm about to finish and if until this time, all i know is that i was forced by Mama and Papa -- i'm sure i'd be in real big trouble.  I miss Sunday Service at QC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the first time i've spent the New Year outside La Union and now i realize why fireworks are expensive.  Viewing Baguio outside the house here is amazing (in Rhys' words).  We didn't spend a single penny on sparklers nor on small firecrackers.  But we spent the new year with bang bangs and sparkling lights.  Loved it.  I feel like a seven year old watching candies fall from the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i know 2009 is a great big year for me.  I'm excited and anxious already.  But i pray that God will hold me in his arms as i sashay my way to His destiny.  I also pray that i'll make the right decisions and for his will to be so clear i don't have to guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love God.  I love Rhys.  I love life.  I love Ken too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-2894047664609483374?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/2894047664609483374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=2894047664609483374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/2894047664609483374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/2894047664609483374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-2844315999049003715</id><published>2008-12-11T20:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:28:47.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>December thoughts</title><content type='html'>I can't give anyone my age in an instant.  When i last filled up a form before i had my cleaning done at the dental clinic, I still had to do a little arithmetic before i was able to fill up the blank next to the word, age. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let X be my age&lt;br /&gt;X = the current year minus 1980;&lt;br /&gt;if current month &lt; September, subtract one from X;&lt;br /&gt;if current month = September AND current day &lt; 17, subtract one from X;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, i can't access my age from my brain in an instant the same way i can't access how things at the grocery store cost.  I like math a lot but my brain just doesn't have a good storage place for significant numbers worth keeping in there.  The same goes with a lot of other things, but that's a different story altogether.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when i went past 18, i somehow stopped counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that now, I'm only two years away from 30.  It's amazing that i'm probably done with a third of my life or who knows, maybe half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not married.  I haven't bought my own car.  I haven't built my own house.  Worse, i don't have a real job.  I am a student at 28.  But i have stopped complaining.  I am happy i went to law school four years back and i know God put me where i am for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, it kind of puts me on the defensive when life seems to be all rosy.  When Rhys was a baby, the moment he puts on weight that his face looked like rosy siopao, we'd all be worried.  He would get sick eventually when at this stage.  Then he gets a little thinner.  It's good that cycle came to a stop already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, my life is like a wave.  It gains momentum, goes up, then down.  God serves the menu courses like sandwich.  Good, bad, good.  I'm thankful each time an earthquake shakes my life, i've stored enough gas (aka happiness) already that it makes it less difficult to face tough stuff.  Of course, i know that God is always with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, i don't have a clear idea on what i really want to do after this but i'm in faith that God has a lot of great things in store for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon there's Christmas and i can't wait to be with my loved ones to celebrate the season.  Food.  Food.  Food.  And lots of stories to tell.  And lots of gifts to receive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for a great year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-2844315999049003715?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/2844315999049003715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=2844315999049003715' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/2844315999049003715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/2844315999049003715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-thoughts.html' title='December thoughts'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-1789108174328063261</id><published>2008-12-05T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T23:27:34.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And i can relate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;so much.  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am not a technician.  I'm a scientist."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Elson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*applause*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-1789108174328063261?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/1789108174328063261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=1789108174328063261' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/1789108174328063261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/1789108174328063261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-i-can-relate.html' title='And i can relate'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-2088268164137033363</id><published>2008-11-23T20:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T20:05:01.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I am So Ecstatic</title><content type='html'>I'm on cloud nine realizing that the God i serve has boundless mercy and compassion.  That each time i fall short, i can go to Him with a sincere heart to ask for forgiveness.  And guess what, He will forgive me and forget about my sin, every single time.  I love God. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 51&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;From the Inside Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hillsong United)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand times I've failed&lt;br /&gt;Still your mercy remains&lt;br /&gt;And should I stumble again&lt;br /&gt;Still I'm caught in your grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting, Your light will shine when all else fades&lt;br /&gt;Never ending, Your glory goes beyond all fame&lt;br /&gt;In my heart, in my soul, Lord I give you control&lt;br /&gt;Consume me from the inside out Lord&lt;br /&gt;Let justice and praise become my embrace&lt;br /&gt;To love You from the inside out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your will above all else, my purpose remains&lt;br /&gt;The art of losing myself in bringing you praise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting, Your light will shine when all else fades&lt;br /&gt;Never ending, Your glory goes beyond all fame&lt;br /&gt;In my heart, in my soul, Lord I give you control&lt;br /&gt;Consume me from the inside out Lord&lt;br /&gt;Let justice and praise become my embrace&lt;br /&gt;To love You from the inside out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting, Your light will shine when all else fades&lt;br /&gt;Never ending, Your glory goes beyond all fame&lt;br /&gt;And the cry of my heart is to bring You praise&lt;br /&gt;From the inside out Lord, my soul cries out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;on a Divine High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; :-)&lt;br /&gt;and i can't stop smiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-2088268164137033363?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/2088268164137033363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=2088268164137033363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/2088268164137033363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/2088268164137033363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-i-am-so-ecstatic.html' title='Why I am So Ecstatic'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-8188718571365268305</id><published>2008-11-16T19:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T19:32:31.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why God is Amazing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1.  I have a newborn nephew!  Can't wait to hold him in my arms and pretend that i'm his mother.  Another playmate is born, yahoo.  Thank God my sis gave birth safely.  Thank God, for another miracle.  I love babies and children.  I can relate to them waaaay better than i relate to all other types of people.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;2.  A while ago, it was announced in Victory-QC that Pastor Edgar Gorre, his wife Jeng Gorre and family are transferring to Victory-Fort.  I was saddened, but at the same time excited for what God is doing for the whole Victory Church and for what is in store for their family there.  Kuya Edgar and Ate Jeng were my cellgroup leaders when i was that young probinsiyana in Ateneo in my first year of college.  They prayed for me and discipled me and now, a lot of what i base my decisions on are still things that i learned from them.  Thinking about it, i still freshly recall after sooo many years how i actually asked them questions and how they answered and how they told me things.  It's amazing how God uses people to touch our lives and i'm blessed to have known them both.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;3.  I'm also excited for the coming Convergence at the Araneta.  Probably for Christmas.  Ladeedadeeda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my readings are missing me since Friday.  I pray, God, for discipline and grace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-8188718571365268305?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/8188718571365268305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=8188718571365268305' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/8188718571365268305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/8188718571365268305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-god-is-amazing.html' title='Why God is Amazing'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-1603528868732457945</id><published>2008-11-12T19:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:49:14.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To be flattered or not</title><content type='html'>Last semestral break, although i didn't get to do the real work i so carefully planned out beforehand, i made myself useful.  And even if i dragged my nephew to my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;daily&lt;/span&gt; dates that perhaps got him sick just right in time for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trick or treat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, i managed to devote a good part of one afternoon teaching him division.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i am not sure if he remembers how we did division.  But when asked to divide, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;he keeps muttering or maybe mimicking&lt;/span&gt; what i told him to remember.  After illustrating our division lessons with a pack of Flat Tops, I said, to memorize the multiplication table is a must because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you have no more candies to divide with, that's when multiplication comes in."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, he'll like philosophy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-1603528868732457945?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/1603528868732457945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=1603528868732457945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/1603528868732457945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/1603528868732457945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-be-flattered-or-not.html' title='To be flattered or not'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-2347650638390403644</id><published>2008-11-12T19:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:30:59.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing a lot lately</title><content type='html'>And it gets worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rianne:  Tingnan mo nga kung may black pearl earrings diyan.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Homer:  Wala naman.  Bain!  Nakawala na naman ng alahas ng nanay niya!&lt;br /&gt;Rianne:  Yung galing Palawan yon.&lt;br /&gt;Homer: La! Winala niya bigay ni mama!  Bain!  Isusumbong kita!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-2347650638390403644?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/2347650638390403644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=2347650638390403644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/2347650638390403644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/2347650638390403644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2008/11/losing-lot-lately.html' title='Losing a lot lately'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-6337630039961095856</id><published>2008-11-05T07:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T14:02:50.445+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ilocano'/><title type='text'>Money and happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;In one study, a psychologist named Miriam Tatzel, PhD, of Empire State College, State University of New York, compared peoples’ spending habits with their sense of well-being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Her study of 329 students examined what types of spenders are the happiest. She observed that there are generally four groups of people with different combinations of the trait frugality and materialistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;   1. First group: frugal and materialistic. They look for sales on high-price items.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;   2. Second group: not frugal and materialistic. Big spenders who rack up credit card debt to buy, buy, buy, and are the least happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;   3. Third group: frugal and not materialistic. Financial planner Melvin Esteban of Motivating Minds would most likely call people in this group “Ilokanong Intsik”, which is what he calls himself proudly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;   4. Fourth group: Not frugal and not materialistic. People who pay little attention to prices and don’t care what others have. They are the happiest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Any violent reactions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Source:  http://blogs.inquirer.net/moneysmarts/2008/11/04/the-psychology-of-spending/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm between the third and fourth group perhaps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-6337630039961095856?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/6337630039961095856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=6337630039961095856' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/6337630039961095856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/6337630039961095856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2008/11/money-and-happiness.html' title='Money and happiness'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-3470117649934128183</id><published>2008-11-04T07:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T07:17:20.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss my short vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/SQ-Fs6-wjyI/AAAAAAAAAP0/qWzhcZ_wy9c/s1600-h/S2020288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/SQ-Fs6-wjyI/AAAAAAAAAP0/qWzhcZ_wy9c/s200/S2020288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264573496212623138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/SQ-FsZEY-bI/AAAAAAAAAPs/AMn9qVyGsW8/s1600-h/S2020307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/SQ-FsZEY-bI/AAAAAAAAAPs/AMn9qVyGsW8/s200/S2020307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264573487109437874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/SQ-FsLsNo4I/AAAAAAAAAPk/FqKtgkI0cA0/s1600-h/S2020269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/SQ-FsLsNo4I/AAAAAAAAAPk/FqKtgkI0cA0/s200/S2020269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264573483518370690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/SQ-FrlH8d5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/Yj1zBavjpsE/s1600-h/S2020249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/SQ-FrlH8d5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/Yj1zBavjpsE/s200/S2020249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264573473165703058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/SQ-FrH1flWI/AAAAAAAAAPU/-GYOQuJW_Eo/s1600-h/S2020245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/SQ-FrH1flWI/AAAAAAAAAPU/-GYOQuJW_Eo/s200/S2020245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264573465303684450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-3470117649934128183?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/3470117649934128183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=3470117649934128183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/3470117649934128183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/3470117649934128183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-miss-my-short-vacation.html' title='I miss my short vacation'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/SQ-Fs6-wjyI/AAAAAAAAAP0/qWzhcZ_wy9c/s72-c/S2020288.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-3474624587207978226</id><published>2008-10-15T10:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T11:24:34.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't like IP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Warning: Opinionated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intellectual property is generally based on selfishness. Before the concept of patents came in, innovations were constantly taking shape; the age of enlightenment, the industrial revolution, the discovery of electricity and all things conveniently laid out in our science books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets say that the life of a patent lasts for 20 years. Will we wait 20 years to build on the formula for a basic antibiotic just to create a cure for all the illnesses cropping up at this age?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did Darwin, Pasteur, Faraday have any incentive (aka monetary reward) just to discover something useful? They didn't. And this is used by pharmaceutical companies to justify their sky high prices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faraday never took out a patent on electricity because he reasoned that it was a manifestation of God's power.  Imagine how much electricity would cost if he started as early as his discovery to patent electricity.  Then others who built on his discovery started patenting their electronic devices.  I mean, isn't that unfair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate IP especially as regards medicines. One basic principle in the development of modern science and engineering is "DO NOT REINVENT THE WHEEL."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, because things of all sorts are patented, we wait 20 or so years to innovate on other people's inventions. Researchers always have to start from scratch and do it their own way, for two decades.  It was only after the second world war that patents were allowed on medicines.  The reason they were not patented before was because people were afraid that only certain persons/entities will monopolize the knowledge of potentially life saving information.  That is where we are right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before, science seemed so noble because people just wanted to "know" so they do all these observations and experiments, especially in the age of metaphysics. Now, what, we have to have millions of dollars in incentives to search for cures for illnesses that are killing a lot of people in this planet daily?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't we glad the Chinese did not patent their noodles, or the Japanese their sushi, or all the older scientific inventions that radically made our lives today more convenient?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not right to stifle growth just to enrich a company that invested in R&amp;amp;D. As a student of business, i think these companies can easily recoup their investments in five or so years. Besides, governments (even the Philippines) allot a large part of the budget in subsidies for researches. This can be improved further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued... Im just taking a break from a marathon of final exams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-3474624587207978226?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/3474624587207978226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=3474624587207978226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/3474624587207978226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/3474624587207978226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-dont-like-ip.html' title='I don&apos;t like IP'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-2375585321923549842</id><published>2008-10-12T12:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T12:54:12.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pati si Homer, miss ka</title><content type='html'>I am so sure, he'll sort of kill me when he finds out that i'm blogging about it for all the madlang people to see.  The good thing is, he doesn't read blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you, kung binabasa mo to, sorry ha.  Bwahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I miss the times that i'll arrive in your house tapos may crispy pata ako.  Or the time when she gave us money para mag Oasis para lang tumigil tayong mag-away.  I miss your mom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Mama, pagkain na naman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manang mana ako sa yo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-2375585321923549842?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/2375585321923549842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=2375585321923549842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/2375585321923549842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/2375585321923549842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2008/10/pati-si-homer-miss-ka.html' title='Pati si Homer, miss ka'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-1790310219039970198</id><published>2008-10-08T23:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T23:48:13.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you miss me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/SOzWJa7BXrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/GNVb6qaCJQU/s1600-h/ashley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/SOzWJa7BXrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/GNVb6qaCJQU/s200/ashley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254810322568568498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ashley baby doggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-1790310219039970198?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/1790310219039970198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=1790310219039970198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/1790310219039970198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/1790310219039970198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2008/10/do-you-miss-me.html' title='Do you miss me'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/SOzWJa7BXrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/GNVb6qaCJQU/s72-c/ashley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-8803259544630362984</id><published>2008-10-06T23:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T23:53:44.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Father, sana kahit hanggang Supreme Court</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ph.news.yahoo.com/star/20081007/tph-man-life-killing-la-union-treasurer-5994a93.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;erratum: misquoted daw si ate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-8803259544630362984?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/8803259544630362984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=8803259544630362984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/8803259544630362984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/8803259544630362984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2008/10/lord-sana-kahit-hanggang-supreme-court.html' title='Father, sana kahit hanggang Supreme Court'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-2684831306693580255</id><published>2008-10-06T12:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T12:04:58.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Lord.</title><content type='html'>Thank you Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-2684831306693580255?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/2684831306693580255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=2684831306693580255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/2684831306693580255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/2684831306693580255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2008/10/thank-you-lord.html' title='Thank you Lord.'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-3123714854040285149</id><published>2008-10-05T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T20:41:56.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I rest my soul in Christ alone</title><content type='html'>Father, please help me overcome my abusive sleeping habits (i.e. 10-11 hours a day minus naps!), my equally abusive surfing lifestyle and my equally abusive texting/calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Lord.  Thank you for making every Sunday worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The more we time we spend with God, the more that His holiness rubs off on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mood: blessed and happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-3123714854040285149?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/3123714854040285149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=3123714854040285149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/3123714854040285149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/3123714854040285149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-rest-my-soul-in-christ-alone.html' title='I rest my soul in Christ alone'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-2569509511340508790</id><published>2008-10-05T14:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T14:11:32.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please pray for</title><content type='html'>the promulgation of judgment in the murder case, Monday, October 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please God, may your justice prevail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-2569509511340508790?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/2569509511340508790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=2569509511340508790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/2569509511340508790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/2569509511340508790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2008/10/please-pray-for.html' title='Please pray for'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-2351818624308346190</id><published>2008-10-01T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T14:02:10.618+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>I remember</title><content type='html'>Midtown Food Plaza&lt;br /&gt;United Food Palace&lt;br /&gt;Mandarin&lt;br /&gt;Hen Haw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese food, Ma.  Your comfort at least twice-weekly Chinese food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.  And the food, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Union, are you pulling me back?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-2351818624308346190?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/2351818624308346190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=2351818624308346190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/2351818624308346190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/2351818624308346190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-remember.html' title='I remember'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-2513128579862797838</id><published>2008-09-29T01:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T14:01:56.215+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><title type='text'>Mama naman e</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/SN-6G4SFE5I/AAAAAAAAALE/Lc18H6HZB7E/s1600-h/DSC00117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251120317887484818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/SN-6G4SFE5I/AAAAAAAAALE/Lc18H6HZB7E/s320/DSC00117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kain tayo sa labas, gusto ko ng steak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ma, Jollibee na lang, ayoko na ng Chinese food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Punta tayong Anna Liza's, gusto ko ng asado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bilhan mo ko nung cheese mamon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gusto ko ng muffins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ma, bili ka ng cake sa Cafe Esperanza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ma, tabihan kita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nood tayo ng tv&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anong nangyari kahapon?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nanonood ka ba?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Makinig ka sa kwento ko&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Homer, Homer, Homer, Homer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Samahan kita sa Gateway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Samahan kita magshopping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tulog tayo sa hotel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Puntahan kita sa opisina mo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sunduin mo ako&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bakit lagi ka sa Baguio?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dito ka naman mag-weekend a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mag o overtime ka ulit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ma, tawag ka, may sugat ako&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ma, masakit ang ulo ko&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ayokong magpadoktor na mag-isa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kung may sakit ako, ayoko ng ibang mag-aalaga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gusto ko ikaw lang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ma, papakasal na ko&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ma, may sasabihin daw sa yo si Homer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;San tayo ngayong summer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sama ako sa yo sa kasal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pwede akong tumabi sa presidential table?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sama ako sa fiesta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Manonood ulit ako nung beauty pageant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wag ka na mag-opisina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Magkwentuhan na lang tayo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Samahan mo na lang ako rito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Akin na lang tong regalo mo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ma, buksan ko na yung mga gifts mo ha?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gusto ko ng tsokolate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ma, kain na tayo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bakit kasi ayaw mo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ma, ang arte mo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ma, sa ilalim ng Mangga tayo kumain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Timplahan kita ng kape&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anong iniisip mo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anong problema mo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ma, may bisita ka na naman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Huwag ka nang magbowling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Huwag ka nang magtabletennis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Huwag ka nang magballroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Andito na nga ako e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ma, huwag mong bilhin yan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Huwag ka nang bumili niyan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Binabasa mo ba lahat ng magazine subscriptions mo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May bagong damit ka na naman?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May bagong sapatos ka na naman?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hindi bagay sa yo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ma, masyado kang maraming accessories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tinatago mo pa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Masyado kang magastos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saan ka pupunta ngayon?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pwede akong sumama?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss you ma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-2513128579862797838?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/2513128579862797838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=2513128579862797838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/2513128579862797838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/2513128579862797838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2008/09/mama-naman-e.html' title='Mama naman e'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/SN-6G4SFE5I/AAAAAAAAALE/Lc18H6HZB7E/s72-c/DSC00117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-587818697128932017</id><published>2008-09-27T02:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T14:01:25.547+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play'/><title type='text'>I Recommend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/SN2mls9Q_MI/AAAAAAAAAK8/OC6oxwb16IU/s1600-h/DSC01450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250535907237362882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/SN2mls9Q_MI/AAAAAAAAAK8/OC6oxwb16IU/s320/DSC01450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isang Panaginip na Fili, Dulaang UP, by Floy Quintos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finale got me thinking. The song was addressed to Pepe (Rizal) who wrote such a poignant story and the message was something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang ganda ng mga panaginip mo&lt;br /&gt;Baka naman para sa amin ito&lt;br /&gt;Ano pa ba ang mga iniisip mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noon mo pa sinulat ito&lt;br /&gt;Bakit hanggang ngayon, ganito?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-587818697128932017?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/587818697128932017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=587818697128932017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/587818697128932017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/587818697128932017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-recommend.html' title='I Recommend'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/SN2mls9Q_MI/AAAAAAAAAK8/OC6oxwb16IU/s72-c/DSC01450.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-5602009881385084768</id><published>2008-09-25T19:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T19:55:07.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Ateneo!</title><content type='html'>Halikinu Kinikina&lt;br /&gt;Halikinu Kinikina&lt;br /&gt;Yea bo yea bo&lt;br /&gt;Ateneo rah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-5602009881385084768?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/5602009881385084768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=5602009881385084768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/5602009881385084768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/5602009881385084768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2008/09/go-ateneo.html' title='Go Ateneo!'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-2071324005434958582</id><published>2008-09-16T19:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T20:09:24.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is God?</title><content type='html'>The centrality of God's character is holiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We often neglect to think about this.  We always see him as a God of love, a loving Father, a Friend, a lover of our souls, a forgiving God, which are all attributes of God, anyway.  However, God is also a holy God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder, in the Old Testament, they had to perform all sorts of 'rituals' because they cannot approach the presence of God without being clean.  This is precisely why Jesus (a high and mighty God) still had to become human.  He came to save us and cleanse us and make us worthy to go in the presence of God.  This is why Jesus came to bridge the gap.  He came to make us holy too.  Otherwise, we are nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moses had to bow low when God appeared before him.  When Moses appeared before the Israelites after this encounter, they all felt fear (just looking at someone who saw God).  There is no way we can explain the majesty of God.  Even seraphs, who are without sin, cover their faces out of fear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noone can come close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, we... us, silly people are still overwhelmingly loved by God.  All our lives, He is a Father who longs for us to come back to Him.  He is HIGH, MIGHTY, EXALTED and still he cares enough to provide for our every meal and our peace and security. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We relate to a holy God.  There is no way to go but to set ourselves apart also.  Not because we want to merit his favor.  Not because we are afraid of punishment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are called to be holy because the only response to God's holiness is holiness.  He is worthy of the highest kind of respect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is high upon His throne and He is gracious enough to call us His children.  He will wipe away our tears and as a shepherd carries a lamb, God carries us close to His heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he is holy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakahiya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-2071324005434958582?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/2071324005434958582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=2071324005434958582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/2071324005434958582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/2071324005434958582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2008/09/who-is-god.html' title='Who is God?'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-6108704038563642208</id><published>2008-09-12T00:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T00:52:56.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss you mama...</title><content type='html'>:-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-6108704038563642208?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/6108704038563642208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=6108704038563642208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/6108704038563642208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/6108704038563642208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-miss-you-mama.html' title='i miss you mama...'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-5062801844246139979</id><published>2008-09-04T00:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T00:38:24.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My (other) crush</title><content type='html'>Una, pumunta siyang Baguio. Kasi yung litrato niya sa Friendster e kuha sa SM e. (Hindi ba niya alam, taga doon na ako!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pangalawa, nagpagupit siya. (Hindi ba niya alam na minus pogi points yon? O baka naman, magkaka indirect contempt na siya dahil sa itsura niya.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pangatlo, ampangit ng mukha niya. Boohoohoo. Sa litrato lang. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kailangan kasi, long hair e. Kailangan unshaven. Kailangan naka gray suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only i can see the other pictures. Private profile e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Stalker.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a life. Have a Kitkat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-5062801844246139979?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/5062801844246139979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=5062801844246139979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/5062801844246139979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/5062801844246139979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-crush.html' title='My (other) crush'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-5522276542264718414</id><published>2008-08-30T10:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T11:08:31.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what i have been reading lately</title><content type='html'>Err, scanning actually, not reading (in my terms)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank that person who conveniently left a book on the table, which i would later use the other day. (I became a mainlibrat recently because i enjoy the aura of enthusiasm among the undergrad inside the main library compared to the tense and competitive aura at the law library. Furthermore, i look forward to my ten minute breaks reading on general information. I mean, what book breaks can i have in the law lib right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the person i owe utmost gratitude to, left "The Origin of Species." Yes, Charles Darwin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i learned that Mr. Darwin's dad wanted him to be a doctor. He went to Edinburgh for that but, reading between the lines, he didn't want medicine (baka nga delinquent pa e) and he instead focused on other things (na nerd pa rin). He wanted to become a clergyman instead, and for that, he went to Cambridge. There, guess what he did? He collected insects and studied them and noted the differentiated characteristics of each of their species. He married and spent the rest of his life in seclusion because of, yes, more nerdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the latter part of his life he wrote the book. (Gusto ko lang itong isingit, kasi iniisip ko, pag scientist ka ba, kailangan ganon ka? Or nasa age of methaphysical search pa rin ba siya? Gusto ko ring maging scientist and contribute to this dying world.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read the Bible and the book of Genesis, which narrates creation done in a week's time. This book and his later book, "The Descent of Man", outlines a painstaking evolution of current lifeforms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two chapters of the book deal with difficulties and objections to the theory of evolution, well, natural selection rather. This book is also (and obviously) full of assumptions and contradictions that Darwin himself didn't attempt to explain. He, himself, wrote in his book that he is ignorant about a lot of things and that he can't answer every difficulty just yet (or maybe never). He said, that how the eye focuses and adjusts depending on the amount of light present can never be attributed to natural selection, for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since grade school, we discuss this theory and the impression i have is that evolution is so scientific, logical and rational. I read and get the idea that the Creation story is so backwards and irrational and the like. That the Bible was written ages ago and people then didn't have that much scientific knowledge. And my teachers take pains in having us bridge the gap, in our minds, Creation to the theory of evolution. So i have to think that God is not bound by days and the days may be millions of years and all that, just so they will not be contradictory. Or that the Genesis account should not be taken literally and that it makes use of figures of speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it just me? But why? Why do we have to reconcile them in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evolution is a theory and remains to be that to this day. A theory is just a model. Its a testable model which we can use to predict things but is in no way certain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the Big Bang theory, as well, also a theory. That says, we all developed and came from a humongous explosion spreading matter throughout space. But scientific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't the Bible a product of social SCIENCE too? It was passed by oral tradition. Historical accounts are not expected to be totally accurate. I mean, even Philippine history is complicated by several historians who have different points of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to what i want to say, why that discrimination? Science vs. Theology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, the Big Bang theory bridged to Darwin's natural selection is also irrational. How do you bridge the gap between non life to life? How do you explain why men still have mammary glands if there is indeed natural selection? Our appendices?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you explain how amazingly complicated our bodies have become? How can you not be in awe of how self regulating our bodies are? Goose bumps, our sebaceous glands, fever and our immune system, breathing, the valves that make our hearts and pulses beat. Man! I mean, man! These never fail to blow my mind away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it all magical? In the same way that the Bible too is magical. So why regard the other less, when in fact, they're on the same footing? (I mean, in terms of being rational. Of course i'll say that the Bible is the most powerful book of all time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why people will rather believe that noone powerful was responsible for these developments and that Big Bang to evolution happened on its own without any Godly intervention. Fine. And then say that this is SCIENCE. In the course of time, these happened, sans explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasi ganito. Let things be, it's alright. It's science. Add God in the picture, it's irrational already. Di ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i don't understand why believing that God had a hand in these things is what, unbelievable? Magic, irrational. While letting things happen on their own is more rational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't both situations (for lack of a better term in my mind) magical?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to clarify that i am not saying that just because we cannot explain things, the only thing left is that there is a God.  No, that's not what i mean.  What i'm saying is, pareho silang may magic e so why regard the other less. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still i say, what pride to not accept that a God exists.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-5522276542264718414?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/5522276542264718414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=5522276542264718414' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/5522276542264718414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/5522276542264718414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2008/08/guess-what-i-have-been-reading-lately.html' title='Guess what i have been reading lately'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-689239504124209295</id><published>2008-08-20T22:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T14:01:35.249+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sympathy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grief'/><title type='text'>E mabait lang talaga siya e</title><content type='html'>ANONG MAGAGAWA MO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mindkit.blogspot.com/"&gt;From my sister's blog&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday, Pastor Lino and I had the chance to talk...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Talaga nga love ti taga-Bauang ni Mamam anya? Adda ti nagdakkel nga streamer na nga nakakabil jay market - Remembering Felicidad Picar (something like that)."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those from Bauang really love your Mom right? There's a big streamer in the market saying - Remembering Felicidad Picar (something like that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Mister --, we nor our late mom don't need a political handler to evoke sympathies nor grief nor outraged sentiments from what happened. We don't need someone to order her friends to put up a banner to remember her death anniversary. Does friendship and respect mean anything to you anyway? Or you just base it on popularity.  Or maybe you just choose to see the negative side of things. And impress and rub it upon others who do not need your negativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret ever thinking that you can be of any help. You just made things worse anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i just need to write this down to let go of the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a year, i am just realizing things anew, including the ungentlemanly reaction i got from you.  All i felt was that you ended whatever hope i had in lawyers and lawyering.  And you successfully doubled how bad i felt that time.  It's just that, i felt bad.  And i regret approaching you in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que horror! How come i didn't think about these things then? I could've at least defended the memory of my decent mother.  I blame it on the trauma of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you.  But with God's grace, i'm throwing you, you filthy rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWAYYYYY FROM MY SYSTEM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi nga sa forum kanina, no war, give peace a chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-689239504124209295?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/689239504124209295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=689239504124209295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/689239504124209295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/689239504124209295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2008/08/wala-kaming-political-handler.html' title='E mabait lang talaga siya e'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-2097710549982084793</id><published>2008-08-20T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T22:07:38.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerd</title><content type='html'>My new crush said "I read not for pleasure.  I read for knowledge."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, it made me assess my own aim in reading.  I myself read for knowledge.  I want to learn things.  I want to know the world.  I want to see different perspectives.  That for me is pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a lot too.  My common day would be: Read the Bible the moment i wake up.  Read the news.  Read for school (which at times is not as pleasurable though).  At night, read gossip aka blogs.  Then read a chapter or two of my current book, if i do have one, to put me to sleep (law school sked, mostly Christian books or nonfic). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i say.  I read for knowledge.  And knowing is pleasurable.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my new crush is so guapo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-2097710549982084793?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/2097710549982084793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=2097710549982084793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/2097710549982084793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/2097710549982084793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2008/08/nerd.html' title='Nerd'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-5523449770966611755</id><published>2008-08-17T00:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T00:36:11.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/SKcBQDSeEGI/AAAAAAAAAK0/xbOwyjPjp3Y/s1600-h/1_224576924l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235154467113799778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/SKcBQDSeEGI/AAAAAAAAAK0/xbOwyjPjp3Y/s320/1_224576924l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I found my eyeglasses somewhere in school. Thank you Lord. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have to jog more often. I have to jog and not sleep afterwards until almost lunchtime. And yes, I have to stop my ice cream craze. I have to lose all these unsightly fats. I need to be able to wear something nice when i hit the beach. And when will that be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I need to change my breakfast food. Milk/Cereal/Oreo OR Nutella/Walter Wheat Bread/Sunkist. Choice 1 or 2. Choice 2 or 1. Will it ever change? I seriously need to alter my taste. I feel like im going crazy. That goes for my snacks also. Variety spices up life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I wanna go home again. I miss Rhys. And i miss Homer. And my new niece, come December. I'll dress her up nice, yey! I'm so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I want a home. I miss Mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year and a half more, Lord. Grace. Grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the exciting things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Rianne, go Rianne, go! (I think my occasional audible chants to cheer myself up freak my roommate out. :-)) But i warned her that i really talk to myself, though. :-) I'm really crazy like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-5523449770966611755?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/5523449770966611755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=5523449770966611755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/5523449770966611755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/5523449770966611755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2008/08/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/SKcBQDSeEGI/AAAAAAAAAK0/xbOwyjPjp3Y/s72-c/1_224576924l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-3430692836069346525</id><published>2008-08-09T22:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:07:07.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huhuhu</title><content type='html'>I lost my eyeglasses. And i can't get over it. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From OLA to Long Island to the Law Library to the Shopping Center to the dorm. There somewhere. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana Lord, i can have them back until Monday. :-( I won't enjoy Sunday service without them. :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-3430692836069346525?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/3430692836069346525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=3430692836069346525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/3430692836069346525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/3430692836069346525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2008/08/huhuhu.html' title='Huhuhu'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-3400348298159804151</id><published>2008-08-06T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T22:10:28.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a year ma</title><content type='html'>And a lot of people miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tanyababy3.multiply.com/photos/album/183/Remembering_Manang_Feling"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bauang misses you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God knows how much i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting, they say, is choosing not to remember.  But i do remember.  No matter what I do.  I try hard to be surrounded by people, just to entertain myself, to stop myself from dwelling on how much i wanna be with you.  Yesterday, i stayed at the library until evening.  And i passed the time by looking at the books people read - HIV, making friends, nursing review, a biographical entry in Encyclopedia Americana, a thin reading, Calculus.  In the dorm, it is good not to go home to an empty room, because there's someone to talk to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the end of the day, when everyone's asleep, the feeling that i try hard to drown resurfaces ma.  And it's not even being angry at the murderers nor is it about self pity having no mom to check on me daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about you ma.  And how i wish to hold you.  How i wish to talk to you and tell you my secrets.  How i wish to sleep beside you at night and have breakfast with you in the morning.  How i wish to walk hand in hand with you.  How i wish to kiss you when i get home.  How i wish to stop you from shopping.  How i wish to comment on your fashion style.  How i wish to disagree with how you run the house and our family.  How i wish to joke about my upcoming wedding.  How i wish to annoy you with my practical jokes.  How i wish to make you feel guilty when you go out for your so called social functions while i stay home.  How i wish to get angry at you when you can't explain what happened in that TV show you were watching.  How i want to get all the stuff you stock in my room because there's no more space for them in your room.  How i want to stop you from being so generous to your relatives.  How i want to be your bratty daughter.  How i wish to say i love you after every phone call. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i wish you were here, alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so much ma and the good person that you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the more, i want to go to heaven already.  Just to give you another hug ma.  But you won't like that.  Because i know, you want your children living a full life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'll do just that ma.  I'll do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-3400348298159804151?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/3400348298159804151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=3400348298159804151' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/3400348298159804151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/3400348298159804151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-been-year-ma.html' title='It&apos;s been a year ma'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-1158191199525124306</id><published>2008-07-31T08:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T09:10:31.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness is subprime mortgage crisis knowledge</title><content type='html'>So, how do i communicate this to my friends?  How do i tell everyone of my newfound happiness without sounding like an alien from a galaxy other than Milky Way even?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a career development talk yesterday about, yes, subprime mortgages in the US.  And there i sat in the class of the best teacher (in my book) so far.  Things are really looking up for me, you know, i recently just found my new favorite Sunday service preacher and now i came face to face with my newest favorite teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, Ateneo Philosophy and Padre Ferriol's 'Meron', I love knowledge (to the extent of sounding weird, utterly floating and crazy).  I think the reason i click with Homer is because we can be contented by just watching the National Geographic channel all day.  I have spent almost four years in my current school where the teachers do not so much teach as much as they terrorize me into teaching myself (for fear of getting a "--" grade (and those are initials, by the way) or for fear of humiliation in class.  Being taught anew like this is more than refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was there, just talking like a good old friend explaining to me matter-of-factly about the significance of playing dirty street games (like tumbang preso or agawan-base) outside his house in his early years like it is the only way to have a normal childhood.  And i was there sitting, wishing for him to call me for recitation (o di ba?) thinking something like, Sir, i know the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after the whole thing, i told my seatmate, "so, subprime mortgages, yun lang pala yon?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasi naman, una kong basa nung isa naming reading para sa isang klase, ang intindi ko lang e ganito:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Maraming taong nagsangla ng bahay, tapos, nagtaasan ang &lt;em&gt;interest rates &lt;/em&gt;sa mga kontrata nila na hindi naman nila alam na mangyayari, kaya yon, na &lt;em&gt;foreclose &lt;/em&gt;ang mga bahay nila.  Ngayon, dahil maraming bahay sa &lt;em&gt;market&lt;/em&gt;, gamit ang &lt;em&gt;law of supply and demand&lt;/em&gt;, bababa siyempre ang presyo ng mga bahay.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;O di&lt;/span&gt; ba, so, ano naman ngayon?  Sabi nga ni Attorney, "why is everyone blaming it for the bad things that are happening in the world today", if that is the whole point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.  It's because my understanding missed the point.  What made the problem happen was the other half of the story (which is bigger, so mathematically, maybe 16/25 of the story) - securitization.  That only meant, the loans secured by their mortgages were sold as shares/bonds to investors.  Since these mortgages were subprime (meaning, the borrowers did not actually have a solid credit rating), these securities started defaulting when the interest rates fluctuated up.  The effect of loans not being paid lead to the banks becoming stringent in lending.  To compensate for the foregone volume of their income, they raised interest rates instead.  Higher interest rates lead to less borrowing.  Less borrowing lead to less investments.  Less investments mean lesser jobs, lesser spending, lesser productivity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, the global economic slowdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why am i so happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's knowledge man, it's knowledge.  My dear Philo teachers should have given me an A.  My sense of wonder deserves an A Padre. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-1158191199525124306?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/1158191199525124306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=1158191199525124306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/1158191199525124306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/1158191199525124306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2008/07/happiness-is-subprime-mortgage-crisis.html' title='Happiness is subprime mortgage crisis knowledge'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-5682230435438766181</id><published>2008-07-20T22:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T14:00:41.767+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><title type='text'>I miss her a lot</title><content type='html'>otherwise, i'm okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love these moments (they recurred a lot when she was still here). Pardon the dialect. The private jokes lose meaning when i translate the conversations so i wrote them as they happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indulgence (dining table)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Ma, (eating while looking at the wall mirror), lika nga.&lt;br /&gt;ma: (comes to me and knowing what to do, puts her face beside mine and smiles at the mirror too)&lt;br /&gt;(we both smile in front of the mirror)&lt;br /&gt;me: Ma, napudpudaw rupak ngem sikan o (because my face is the darkest part of my body, i think, since 5th grade). Nagpintasak ni.&lt;br /&gt;ma: (smiles and leaves)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Future plans that never came to be (on the way to San Fernando)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Ma, may sasabihin daw sa yo si Homer.&lt;br /&gt;homer: (accelerates)&lt;br /&gt;me: Umuli met kanon&lt;br /&gt;ma: (laughter)&lt;br /&gt;me: Alla, sweets, ibagamon a.&lt;br /&gt;ma: Kabutbuteng. Nagpardas (subtle way of telling Homer to go 80kph if not 60, her speed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma: (rushing out of the bathroom, running late)&lt;br /&gt;me: (right after waking up, reading magazines in her bed or occasionally having extended sleep)&lt;br /&gt;ma: addattoy ka manen. ni, iniddaam man data bado kon. nakunesen.&lt;br /&gt;ma: ayanna diay bag ko? nangipanam? haay, mitir.&lt;br /&gt;me: (suddenly awake, sits in front of her mirror, plucks eyebrows)&lt;br /&gt;ma: inka idiay! adda ka man ittoyen.&lt;br /&gt;ma: inkan ta agsukatakon. maladawakon.&lt;br /&gt;ma: (unsuccessful)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her bedroom (again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: (on the bed)&lt;br /&gt;rhys: (playing with her manicure/pedicure set)&lt;br /&gt;ma: (rushing out of the bathroom, running late for work)&lt;br /&gt;rhys: (bringing out her bag, playing with her stuff)&lt;br /&gt;ma: Rhys, stop that! I'll spank you! One, two... (Rhys' system of discipline prohibits anyone from spanking him, except for his parents.)&lt;br /&gt;ma: inkayo idiay pay. agsukatak!&lt;br /&gt;me: (ignores her)&lt;br /&gt;rhys: (plays with her documents)&lt;br /&gt;ma: (never successful)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bribery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma: (in the morning) Rianne, anya ti kayat mo?&lt;br /&gt;me: Awan met, uray anya.&lt;br /&gt;ma: (at night, brings home Hen Haw crispy pata or my favorite Danish baker muffins or that cheese mamon from Bauang, which i miss and crave for a lot)&lt;br /&gt;ma: Apanak agballroom a.&lt;br /&gt;me: Ma, tatta ak la ngarud nga adda ittoyen, panawan nak manen!&lt;br /&gt;ma: (giggles like a teenager)&lt;br /&gt;me: (never successful, unless i feign sickness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Future plans (again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Ma, agkasar kami kanun.&lt;br /&gt;me: Umuli kano ni Homer inton bigat. Umay kanu.&lt;br /&gt;ma: Wen, sige latta a.&lt;br /&gt;ma: (smiles)&lt;br /&gt;ma: Sige latta ta agballroomak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parental advice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(eating dinner)&lt;br /&gt;(dinner topic was homer and i)&lt;br /&gt;ma: If you feel like kissing, kiss!&lt;br /&gt;me: (loud heartfelt laughter)&lt;br /&gt;homer: (red)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eavesdropping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and homer OR me and ate: (deep conversation)&lt;br /&gt;ma: (enters)&lt;br /&gt;ma: (fixes/cleans/looks for/transfers/gets/etc stuff)&lt;br /&gt;me and homer OR me and ate: (deep conversation)&lt;br /&gt;ma: (stops doing whatever)&lt;br /&gt;ma: (sits with us)&lt;br /&gt;ma: says her piece&lt;br /&gt;me/ate: (laughter) apo ni mama, di na naawatan!  nakiparticipate pay!&lt;br /&gt;homer: (stops talking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma: anya kayat mo?&lt;br /&gt;me: awan met, uray anya.&lt;br /&gt;ma: inta mangan diay ruar.&lt;br /&gt;me: kastoy kon.  diak agdigosen.&lt;br /&gt;ma: urnusem man met ta bagim.&lt;br /&gt;ma: agsukat ka met.&lt;br /&gt;ma: (never successful)&lt;br /&gt;me: intan, Ma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-5682230435438766181?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/5682230435438766181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=5682230435438766181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/5682230435438766181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/5682230435438766181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-miss-her-lot.html' title='I miss her a lot'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-1162434261522735703</id><published>2008-07-15T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T21:25:48.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>may kwento ako</title><content type='html'>Kanina sa banyo, mag-isa lang ako. Sarado ang dalawang pintuan. Naghihilamos ako sa gitnang lababo sa harap ng salamin. May narinig ako sa likod ko. Dalawang padyak ng paa (na may tsinelas). Tumingin ako sa likod ko, wala namang tao. Inisa-isa ko lahat ng cubicles. Wala talagang tao. At hindi bumukas/sumara kailanman ang dalawang pintuan. E di naghilamos pa rin ako. Akala niya, matatakot ako. No way, man. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga litrato noong Linggo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/SHyk4uoCj_I/AAAAAAAAAKc/cuQiCgezKMg/s1600-h/JOM_0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223230962338533362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/SHyk4uoCj_I/AAAAAAAAAKc/cuQiCgezKMg/s320/JOM_0023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/SHyk4wIOShI/AAAAAAAAAKk/RDC-un1bMFo/s1600-h/JOM_0052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223230962741955090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/SHyk4wIOShI/AAAAAAAAAKk/RDC-un1bMFo/s320/JOM_0052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/SHyk5L_QIxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/SmBNuEms71Q/s1600-h/JOM_0064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/1162434261522735703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2008/07/may-kwento-ako.html' title='may kwento ako'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/SHyk4uoCj_I/AAAAAAAAAKc/cuQiCgezKMg/s72-c/JOM_0023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-538624815961126491</id><published>2008-07-05T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T22:26:16.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>User friendly</title><content type='html'>Pang telepono lang, di maganda sa tao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-538624815961126491?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/538624815961126491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=538624815961126491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/538624815961126491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/538624815961126491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2008/07/user-friendly.html' title='User friendly'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-5700990035855579269</id><published>2008-07-03T23:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T14:06:12.000+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Let's eat these!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://showbizandstyle.inquirer.net/lifestyle/lifestyle/view/20080702-146077/20-yummiest-privately-baked-cakes"&gt;http://showbizandstyle.inquirer.net/lifestyle/lifestyle/view/20080702-146077/20-yummiest-privately-baked-cakes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-5700990035855579269?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/5700990035855579269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=5700990035855579269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/5700990035855579269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/5700990035855579269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2008/07/lets-eat-people.html' title='Let&apos;s eat these!'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-2078737390881778175</id><published>2008-06-30T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T21:52:26.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's live our best life now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Zero or Max Series&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in the next coming Sundays at VCF QC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do attend any of the 9am, 11am, 3pm (Filipino), 5pm services at the UP Film Center, Diliman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited about this. The Sunday services will focus on maximizing our potentials. Success, prosperity and most of all, being an agent of blessings for others. Actually living God's pre-ordained purpose for (what God sees as) our precious existence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-2078737390881778175?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/2078737390881778175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=2078737390881778175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/2078737390881778175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/2078737390881778175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2008/06/lets-live-our-best-life-now.html' title='Let&apos;s live our best life now!'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-6595073651982499888</id><published>2008-06-28T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T22:49:32.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A mere whisper</title><content type='html'>Do I have to know something?&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to say anything?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, I'll close my eyes and listen&lt;br /&gt;To the melody of your familiar voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you thinking?&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me, your words are always soothing&lt;br /&gt;They lull me to sleep in a swaying hammock&lt;br /&gt;While the soft breeze grazes my skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you feeling?&lt;br /&gt;Embrace me, and whisper in my ear&lt;br /&gt;Let me feel the warmth of your breath&lt;br /&gt;Let me hear you once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-6595073651982499888?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/6595073651982499888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=6595073651982499888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/6595073651982499888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/6595073651982499888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2008/06/mere-whisper.html' title='A mere whisper'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-4907076590546080901</id><published>2008-06-24T22:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T22:32:54.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You oughta know</title><content type='html'>Do you know that cockroaches are living fossils? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, they are prehistoric.  And i am currently preoccupied with the looming threat of cockroaches invading my universe but my stay in this world is just a privilege. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i can do is wait for the next disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lizards give me goosebumps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groooosssssss!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-4907076590546080901?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/4907076590546080901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=4907076590546080901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/4907076590546080901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/4907076590546080901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-oughta-know.html' title='You oughta know'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-7671320167255502604</id><published>2008-06-21T08:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T22:35:06.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Announcement</title><content type='html'>May sira ang telepono ko (ang malanding telepono ng nanay ko). Kailangan ko munang ikabit ang aking headset bago ninyo ako marinig. In other words,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love rain. I love waking up to the ticky tock tock of precipitation falling on the roof and the curtain of raindrops outside the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun nga lang, I'm sick again. I think the toll of travelling from QC to Baguio to La Union to Baguio to QC, then having a 9 to 9 schedule on a certain day, the alternating rain and hot weather, and having backlogs on the 2nd week of class have sapped my good health. I feel better at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travel tips:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nowadays, an ordinary bus charges P72.00 (Baguio to La Union). A Partas bus (aircon) will charge only P55.00 (La Union to Baguio). I don't know when Partas will increase the bus fare. Kaya isipin mo kung gaano kalugi ang pakiramdam ko na umupo sa matigas na upuan habang hinahangin ang buong mukha ko pababa ng Baguio at malalaman na malayong mas mura ang Partas at may umaalis silang bus kada oras! Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Victory Liner has increased fare (Baguio-Manila) from 384 to 450. That's a lot. And they don't have student fare Saturdays and Sundays. Guess why? &lt;strong&gt;Wala raw pasok. &lt;/strong&gt;And guess what? Hindi ako nakaangal. Itinago ko ulit sa bag ko ang aking ID at wala akong nasabi. Dapat pala pag estudyante ka, Lunes hanggang Biyernes ka lang lumabas ng bahay. Mmm, elementary o high school?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-7671320167255502604?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/7671320167255502604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=7671320167255502604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/7671320167255502604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/7671320167255502604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2008/06/announcement.html' title='Announcement'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-2024647405214538672</id><published>2008-06-19T09:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T14:06:11.353+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><title type='text'>Isn't our brain amazing</title><content type='html'>Got this from Omar's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v165/gonewiththewave/?action=view&amp;amp;current=brain20hemisphere.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v165/gonewiththewave/brain20hemisphere.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see this lady turning in clockwise you are using your right brain. If you see it the other way, you are using left brain. Some people do see both ways, but most people see it only one way. See if you can make her go one way and then the other by shifting the brain's current.&lt;br /&gt;BOTH DIRECTIONS CAN BE SEEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experimentation has shown that the two different sides, or hemispheres, of the brain are responsible for different manners of thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left Brain - logical, sequential, rational, analytical, objective, looks at parts&lt;br /&gt;Right Brain - random, intuitive, holistic, sythesizing, subjective, looks at wholes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most individuals have a distinct preference for one of these styles of thinking. Some, however, are more whole-brained and equally adept at both modes. In general, schools tend to favor left-brain modes of thinking, while downplaying the right-brain activities. Left-brain scholastic subjects focus on logical thinking, analysis, and accuracy. Right-brained subjects, on the other hand, focus on aesthetics, feeling, and creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look away, she may switch from one direction to the other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-2024647405214538672?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/2024647405214538672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=2024647405214538672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/2024647405214538672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/2024647405214538672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2008/06/isnt-our-brain-amazing.html' title='Isn&apos;t our brain amazing'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-3359822511091251647</id><published>2008-06-05T21:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T21:36:04.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost my phone</title><content type='html'>So please text me and say your name so i can save your number again (same number okay?). Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news?  I did not lose the 500 i mentioned in an earlier post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-3359822511091251647?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/3359822511091251647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=3359822511091251647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/3359822511091251647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/3359822511091251647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2008/06/lost-my-phone.html' title='Lost my phone'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-5543216642498081494</id><published>2008-06-02T19:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T19:56:03.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SIP3 Dinner at Gerry's Grill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/SEPfySN-e9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/y89ctI5aMxg/s1600-h/S2020043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207251649147337682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/SEPfySN-e9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/y89ctI5aMxg/s320/S2020043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-5543216642498081494?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/5543216642498081494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=5543216642498081494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/5543216642498081494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/5543216642498081494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2008/06/sip3-dinner-at-gerrys-grill.html' title='SIP3 Dinner at Gerry&apos;s Grill'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/SEPfySN-e9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/y89ctI5aMxg/s72-c/S2020043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-3136201764836655536</id><published>2008-06-02T19:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T19:52:47.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depressed</title><content type='html'>Nawalan ako ng five hundred.  Huhuhu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big deal no.  Last time i lost something valuable (meaning more than 200 pesos) was when i lost my Nokia cellphone to a snatcher in Baguio, something like 6 or 7 years ago. :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-3136201764836655536?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/3136201764836655536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=3136201764836655536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/3136201764836655536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/3136201764836655536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2008/06/depressed.html' title='Depressed'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-23987703486358605</id><published>2008-05-22T18:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T18:15:47.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, summer is almost over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/SDVHrCN-e7I/AAAAAAAAAJU/7sOTEEnPpz0/s1600-h/S2020040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203143749151914930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/SDVHrCN-e7I/AAAAAAAAAJU/7sOTEEnPpz0/s320/S2020040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i'm still swamped with work. Two plus one more hearing and two more pleadings. God help me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far, i have attended at last a hearing for People vs. Ordona/Abay/Whatever. And yes, to those who know the story, it is important to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please include the case in your prayers and protection for my whole family as well. Sana Lord, managot yung totoong may kasalanan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know God is good. And life has been good. So many things are passionately brewing. I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-23987703486358605?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/23987703486358605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=23987703486358605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/23987703486358605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/23987703486358605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2008/05/wow-summer-is-almost-over.html' title='Wow, summer is almost over'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/SDVHrCN-e7I/AAAAAAAAAJU/7sOTEEnPpz0/s72-c/S2020040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-8673586486696927119</id><published>2008-05-06T22:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T22:18:43.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 Corinthians 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forgiveness for the Sinner &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;  If anyone has caused grief, he has not so much grieved me as he has grieved all of you, to some extent—not to put it too severely. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;  The punishment inflicted on him by the majority is sufficient for him.&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; 7&lt;/span&gt;  Now instead, you ought to forgive and comfort him, so that he will not be overwhelmed by excessive sorrow. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;8 &lt;/span&gt; I urge you, therefore, to reaffirm your love for him. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;  The reason I wrote you was to see if you would stand the test and be obedient in everything. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;  If you forgive anyone, I also forgive him. And what I have forgiven—if there was anything to forgive—I have forgiven in the sight of Christ for your sake, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;  in order that Satan might not outwit us. For we are not unaware of his schemes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-8673586486696927119?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/8673586486696927119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=8673586486696927119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/8673586486696927119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/8673586486696927119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2008/05/go.html' title='Go!'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-4408997863973466954</id><published>2008-05-03T19:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T14:05:41.789+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>I feel so complete.</title><content type='html'>Dahil kaya sa bago kong kinababaliwang sizzling sisig with egg sa Lutong Kapitbahay with their saba con yelo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, i think i have recovered from my tampororot mode with the richest Dad in the whole wide universe.  I'm slowly inching back in to my very passionate relationship with Him before the infamous thing happened.  It's really nice to have time to block out the noise of everyday life to meditate on His goodness and be excited to hear from Him the moment i open my eyes to greet the new day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what i didn't have for almost a year now.  I had faith and God's grace was everywhere, but my Christianity was ummm, unremarkable?  Although, i always said it was normal, i didn't really have to shy away from talking to Him the way i used to.  All these time, people are telling me how strong i was through it all but it's really Him who is there supporting every ligament of this frail soul.  I have prayed and fasted at the start of the year for God to remove major recurring pests in my life and so far, the results have been amazing.  Not everything is answered of course, but i am sure they will come.  And i'm excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ika nga sa Java, Hello World.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-4408997863973466954?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/4408997863973466954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=4408997863973466954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/4408997863973466954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/4408997863973466954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-feel-so-complete.html' title='I feel so complete.'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-7092803846252852842</id><published>2008-04-24T17:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T18:17:04.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear God</title><content type='html'>I pray that you free up my time so that i can attend to matters that concern mama. And please tell mama i love and miss her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasi naman e. Kung sana hindi ako _____ ni ____ e. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-7092803846252852842?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/7092803846252852842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=7092803846252852842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/7092803846252852842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/7092803846252852842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2008/04/dear-god.html' title='Dear God'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-7881584064802406861</id><published>2008-04-21T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T21:26:36.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy together</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/SAyV0rfgApI/AAAAAAAAAJM/0eABQ4gBzpU/s1600-h/PIC080420132250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191689202711921298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="April 20, QM" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/SAyV0rfgApI/AAAAAAAAAJM/0eABQ4gBzpU/s320/PIC080420132250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-7881584064802406861?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/7881584064802406861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=7881584064802406861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/7881584064802406861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/7881584064802406861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-together.html' title='Happy together'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/SAyV0rfgApI/AAAAAAAAAJM/0eABQ4gBzpU/s72-c/PIC080420132250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-6311302642890049479</id><published>2008-04-14T15:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T15:10:27.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You caught me</title><content type='html'>with your three day old beard&lt;br /&gt;and your long unkempt hair&lt;br /&gt;your long sleeved shirt in loud pink&lt;br /&gt;unable to hide your muscular physique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was your silver earrings&lt;br /&gt;matching your fair skin&lt;br /&gt;or your height&lt;br /&gt;as tall as your workload&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the intimidating environment&lt;br /&gt;freezes with your coolness&lt;br /&gt;the spotlight is on you&lt;br /&gt;and your voice fills the room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crush kita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-6311302642890049479?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/6311302642890049479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=6311302642890049479' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/6311302642890049479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/6311302642890049479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-caught-me.html' title='You caught me'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-3649598735425801510</id><published>2008-04-03T16:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T14:05:19.443+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Rhys' Baby Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/R_SZRp8PmHI/AAAAAAAAAJE/1wriZya7zmU/s1600-h/DSC00719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184937599605643378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/R_SZRp8PmHI/AAAAAAAAAJE/1wriZya7zmU/s200/DSC00719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(1)&lt;br /&gt;me: Rhys, sleep with me when the baby comes out.&lt;br /&gt;Rhys: Ummm, no. You go take care of the baby and when there's takki, you say Maanaaaang!&lt;br /&gt;me: Why, do you remember that when i took care of you?&lt;br /&gt;Rhys: Of course! Because you dont like to wipe my pwet. You're bagets you know. You're bagets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2)&lt;br /&gt;Rhysy Beans: Ma, right its hard to take care of the baby? If she cries, we will all wake up at night time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3)&lt;br /&gt;Rhysy Bee: Lord, please help Mama not to think that something will happen to our baby. Give her happiness and peace. Help her not to be sad. Protect her and our baby. In Jesus name, amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-3649598735425801510?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/3649598735425801510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=3649598735425801510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/3649598735425801510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/3649598735425801510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2008/04/rhys-baby-blues.html' title='Rhys&apos; Baby Blues'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/R_SZRp8PmHI/AAAAAAAAAJE/1wriZya7zmU/s72-c/DSC00719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-7042993395822896182</id><published>2008-04-02T23:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T14:04:23.931+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UP Diliman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greens'/><title type='text'>Good morning merry sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/R_Ogj58PmFI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3KhPgubbXOY/s1600-h/DSC00729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184664134742939730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/R_Ogj58PmFI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3KhPgubbXOY/s320/DSC00729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/R_OgkZ8PmGI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aUhon8MZAdw/s1600-h/DSC00730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184664143332874338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/R_OgkZ8PmGI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aUhon8MZAdw/s320/DSC00730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cool breeze, fresh air, exotic birds, sweet chirping, Sun signal, peace and quiet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What more can i ask for?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ang veranda.  Bow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-7042993395822896182?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/7042993395822896182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=7042993395822896182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/7042993395822896182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/7042993395822896182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-morning-merry-sunshine.html' title='Good morning merry sunshine'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/R_Ogj58PmFI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3KhPgubbXOY/s72-c/DSC00729.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-7242395676621522162</id><published>2008-03-31T17:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T14:05:03.496+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UP Diliman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><title type='text'>Late afternoons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/R_C4K58PmEI/AAAAAAAAAIk/IJwaGfGKu5k/s1600-h/DSC00727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183845668595144770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/R_C4K58PmEI/AAAAAAAAAIk/IJwaGfGKu5k/s320/DSC00727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/R_C3Mp8PmDI/AAAAAAAAAIc/6CPI-EvkkWM/s1600-h/DSC00726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183844599148288050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/R_C3Mp8PmDI/AAAAAAAAAIc/6CPI-EvkkWM/s320/DSC00726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/R_C2tZ8PmCI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ikePfta0npI/s1600-h/DSC00725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183844062277376034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/R_C2tZ8PmCI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ikePfta0npI/s320/DSC00725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/R_C2FZ8PmBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/zfnyL2Euqvo/s1600-h/DSC00724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183843375082608658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/R_C2FZ8PmBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/zfnyL2Euqvo/s320/DSC00724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;are just pefect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't you just love it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-7242395676621522162?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/7242395676621522162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=7242395676621522162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/7242395676621522162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/7242395676621522162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2008/03/dusk.html' title='Late afternoons'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/R_C4K58PmEI/AAAAAAAAAIk/IJwaGfGKu5k/s72-c/DSC00727.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-7988662448168395789</id><published>2008-03-29T08:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T08:55:30.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's my baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/R-2TRZ8Pl-I/AAAAAAAAAH0/-i2Ku14gsa4/s1600-h/DSC00694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182960673403934690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/R-2TRZ8Pl-I/AAAAAAAAAH0/-i2Ku14gsa4/s320/DSC00694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/R-2TRp8Pl_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Leadp3iQC-I/s1600-h/DSC00693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182960677698902002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/R-2TRp8Pl_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Leadp3iQC-I/s320/DSC00693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/R-2TSJ8PmAI/AAAAAAAAAIE/8EVLXpIPwpw/s1600-h/DSC00692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182960686288836610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/R-2TSJ8PmAI/AAAAAAAAAIE/8EVLXpIPwpw/s320/DSC00692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Bart Smart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696673-7988662448168395789?l=gonewiththewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/feeds/7988662448168395789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696673&amp;postID=7988662448168395789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/7988662448168395789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696673/posts/default/7988662448168395789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gonewiththewave.blogspot.com/2008/03/hes-my-baby.html' title='He&apos;s my baby'/><author><name>gonewiththewave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772558444800224481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/S5y6ZzD6NYI/AAAAAAAAASg/AWDF3kEWBAc/S220/HR-741.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/R-2TRZ8Pl-I/AAAAAAAAAH0/-i2Ku14gsa4/s72-c/DSC00694.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696673.post-5128775525092528160</id><published>2008-03-29T08:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T08:53:02.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kailangan ng buhok ko ng rehab</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUrG26lDTMw/R-2SwZ8Pl9I/AAAAAAAAAHs/jtoY97e6utY/s1600-h/DSC00172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182960106468251602" style="DISPLAY: block; 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